These last few weeks have been difficult to say the least and as I sit here this Monday morning my body's aching and my fingers are throbbing with arthritis.
I feel every day of my 62 years and wonder how I am going to cope with another decade or so that I probably have left of life. My house is in need of a good tidy, and not the type that Teresa, my friend and home helper can do either.
There is washing to fold and put away, dishes to put in the dishwasher, cat kibbles to clear up from when the cats fought over the same dish of food. And their litter tray in the garage needs emptying. As I said, not stuff Teresa does.
I have had someone add a horrid caption to one of my pictures on Pinterest leading back to my other blog and I have had to delete my Board for it and redistribute my pins to other ones. I am stressing that readers have thought that I posted it. My stats have dropped considerably. Damage done I think.
Yesterday was a prayer meeting for people involved in the launch of our new Baptist church in two weeks. I literally forced myself to go as I am one of those people. Midway in prayer, I forgot a word I was searching for in prayer (anointing... it was.) and the air hung in pregnant silence. It was embarrassing, but my mind is suffering fibro brain fog and I don't look sick, so I didn't mention it.
I am so over being ill. Striving to be normal sucks. I am depressed. I admit it. And today, writing this, I feel like throwing in the towel. If you feel led, please pray for me. God feels far away today... I am in a hard place...
© Glenys Robyn Hicks
In my distress I called upon the LORD; to my God I cried for help. From his temple he heard my voice,and my cry to him reached his ears. Psalm 18:12