resilience.

After a mixed up little cocktail of medicines last night, I had another night of insomnia. Oops... it seems like that double dose of excedrin migraine wasn't such a good plan with my other little bedtime treats :O
What amazes me is that I am up, and how resilient we are made to be as human beings. And not just our bodies, but our minds and our hearts. I can keep going when I don't feel like I have anything left and my hopes are just fumes. I can get up, and talk with my family and friends, and take care of our home, and I am even planning to venture out this afternoon for a sledding date with Emma in the new fallen snow... I can carry on, and eat a little, and actually make plans, even when I feel overwhelmed by the world, and life in it. I can try to be a gentler and more patient person today, even though all I really want to do is burrow into my bed and hibernate. I can listen and forgive when I'm actually inclined to become a hermit. I can consider ways to be more confident and happy, more dear to those I love, even when I feel a little crushed. And even when these efforts seem huge, and a smile seems like a stretch, and I know that such a day in my life may seem pretty pathetic from the outside looking in, I know my heart will just keep beating... I am blessed to be able to do, sometimes more, and sometimes only this. I know that the light that still flickers, even on the hardest days, is from Heaven. I know I am loved, beyond this world, by Someone who always understands, and can actually help me, and Who cares enough to do just that.

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  1. leroyDecember 29, 2010 at 10:29 PM

    as long as you keep writing i'll keep reading! your words are a blessing to me.:)

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