I haven’t been as good at posting everyday lately.
It seems time has sped up on me again, stealing the breath from my chest as it runs away, like a mugger with a purse, while I look on helplessly.
I cling to the edges of the day, waking at one, then two, then three, thinking it’s time to get up but rolling over once the time becomes apparent and I close my eyes again.
I check in on patient after patient with respiratory symptoms, feeling the suspicious tickle in my throat as I try not to cough. I’m not sick, I promise myself, on Friday at noon.
But I know the truth.
Friday is my usual day to catch things, so that I don’t have to be too sick to work during the week.
My body is considerate like that.
Or perhaps I just have a chance to know how bad I feel.
I feed us a combination of appetizers for supper,
not sure if I’m even hungry or not.
As I roll into bed with my eyes thick with sleep, I am grateful, as always, to have a soft, warm place to sleep and recoup, perhaps to regain my health before Monday returns with its usual demands
4 Responses to “Tgif”
Heather, I sense your weariness. Praying for your strength to come supernaturally from Jesus.
Thank you Julie. The week has been long indeed. Prayers always much appreciated ❤️❤️❤️
You are so welcome. Never hesitate to reach out for prayer either, and I will do the same.
I won’t! Thanks again Julie! May you have a peaceful weekend on your journey as well!