You know how sometimes when you've been sick with the flu, how after a few days of being sick, you can't even remember what it is like to feel well and good?
That's how my spirit has been of late. Wounded. Aching. Groaning.
Today, as I did something so mundane as brushing my teeth, as I leaned over the sink bowl to spit (TMI?); I slowly realized...
I feel some better. I don't ache as much.
I had temporarily forgotten I was the walking wounded, because I *wasn't* oozing hurt with each breath, each step.
I have been asking, whimpering, really; for strength and grace and direction. Healing.
Pitiful prayers. Heck, I felt sorry for me how could God not? lol
(eyes closed--deep sigh) Thank you, Lord.