Today, pain has been a thief. You are most likely saying
what has it stolen from Suzie. The answer is attending Church on Sunday’s. The
slightest bump in the road puts my pain level up to at least on 8 on the doc’s
ole scale of 0 to 10, (zero, none at all & ten, off the wall). By the time
we arrived at Church I was at a 10, I was at an 8 before we got of my road. For
those who have never been here, from my house half way up the road is a dirt
road full of ruts. It needs to be graded, but the city won’t do that. So I
either go to the Springfield Building, instead of the Ludlow Building, or I
just stay home and watch something on TV and have the sacrament brought to me
every couple of weeks. I have not made up my mind. Going to the Springfield
Building would still have me riding over the worst part of the roads, my own
road! Gladly I don’t have to make up my mind right now, I can take all week to
think and pray about what is best for me.
After Church today I have gone back to bed, but first I took
another tag off of the arrangement of balloons, it reads:
Why do we close our eyes when we pray, cry, kiss,
dream? Because the most beautiful things
in life are not seen but felt only by the heart.
Oh, how true! I have no idea where Jackie came up with all
of these sayings but so far I think they are great. I hope you are enjoying
them right along with me.
I am sorry that today’s post is on a down note, but I have
felt all along that it should be a true reflection of what my life is like. I
hope that I am not wearing my heart on my sleeve, but instead just telling
things as they really are.
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