The Rue

 Got my butt handed to me in PT today.  Regaining strength will take awhile. I’ve never felt this sore. Internally I was deflated for a bit. Then I just resolved to fight. My mental state is taking a beating too. I’ll get there. It’s my mission 

 Taking a break for the holiday, but rest is already teaching me so much. Love you all 

 Do not fight Rightful correction  For someone  To lovingly  Tell you  The truth  Even as You want to fight  But know  It’s foolish  And unnecessary 

 Rise and shine  It’s a beautiful day  To give  God  The glory  For all He’s done

 Thank you  For your love  Jesus answers  Our prayers  Through others  Plan B by Pete Wilson is the book

 It’s been a heavy few weeks for me. Medical limbo will drive a sane person nuts. This morning my humanity started counting my losses. Let me tell you it’s not my finest moments. I got to church, and I just got honest. I don’t have answers. I don’t know if I will get them. I’ve not felt my best for a while, and I’ve tried to suck it up, buttercup. My body finally staged a coup. After a few discussions, I was recommended a book that has opened the floodgates of my tears. I might need an ark the way I’m going. I’ve hidden from the world. I’ve hidden from God even if you can never hide from Him. When you’re at the Thanksgiving table telling what you’re grateful for, I might just thank You for taking back control from my human hands. I mentally fried.  The Rx from my therapist and every doctor is physical therapy followed by rest. Move then stop. Seems opposite to everything I’ve ever learned, but this year is teaching me how much I don’t know. Life will humble you if you don’t le...