Despite my thrill at talking about improving prayer at my
church, it really wore mr out. By the time I made it home, I could hear my bed
screeching for me once Bob drove within three miles of our home. I gratefully
used the stair chair, and then grimaced as I placed this cumbersome body on the
bed. I read about two paragraphs prior to falling asleep. The pain still woke
me frequently throughout the afternoon, but it began to give me some relief.
I really need to discover the best settings for walking,
moving and even typing up my blog. They weren’t kidding when I was told the no
reaching, bending or twisting rules. The twinges that I feel aren’t really
comfortable, and our couch does little to reassure my back that all is fine
with the world. Yet, I’m doing much better now than I did yesterday so I am
heading in the right direction.
Tomorrow afternoon I hope to show my respects at the funeral
of a truly loving and Christian man. My favorite part of this chivalrous
gentleman is how he referred to his late wife. Although she preceded his death
by many years, he always referred to her as “his bride.” He loved for life. He
was a fabulous role model to the young and old alike. As one of our church’s
first Stephen Ministers, he daily demonstrated Christ’s love for neighbors.
Cancer is a fast foe, attacking all races, genders and socioeconomic groups
with amazing strength. We’ll miss you Art!
You have now heard my thrilling weekend plans. I can hereafter
be called Mrs. Excitement. It’s always pure ecstasy around here. Yet, I notice
improvement today compared with yesterday so I’m confident that life is not
only good, but getting better each day.
God Uses My Chronic Pain to Prove that Life is Good
- When you feel cruddy
after a “procedure,” the only way to go is up. J
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