The Rue

 You humble  Me everyday  In every way  That’s love  If I  Ever doubted It before 

 You are faithful  Even when  I take  My eyes  Off you  You provide Even as I dismay

 Merry Christmas  May His birthday  Be a reminder  Of how Loved  You are

 Enjoying the new season  With an anticipation  Of your gooodness Awaiting meg

 The waiting  Is Your way  Of saying  Your will Is not mine  And what  Is mine  Will be Revealed  In a time Of which  I’m not  To know  So that  My trust  Isn’t dependent  On an outcome  Of my choosing 

 In the  Early morning  Rain Your love  Remains Even  As  Circumstances  Don’t meet Our expectations  Joy isn’t found  In the outcome  But the process  That refines Our resolve  To continue 

 Pray That my body  Gets some  Strength  And resolve  To treat  And obey Through  The pain

 God is reminding me of how human disappointment doesn’t equal to Godly malaise. People are not meant to fill me. People aren’t living water. I’m having to seek the Source of my peace, not temporary energy and endorphins.  God is making me very uncomfortable lately. It’s downright painful. With provision comes pain. I don’t listen. As a result, I will endure suffering. No diamonds will bring the sparkle my soul needs. Chopard and Cartier will so upset.  God Here I am If you  Still Want me

 Rest  Learning  Not to fight  You But accept Your invitation 

 God  Grant me The power  That you  Give me  To be Worthy of The call  That is ordained  For me  To fulfill 

 My body got a beat down. I must be a glutton for punishment. I need tips from able bodied people. They are trying to get me to do a plank from the elbows. I tried unsuccessfully until that move had to be tabled. I’m exhausted, but I welcome it. Please pray for my sanity. I wanted to lace expletives again today. 

 If you  Have your health  Thank God Be grateful  And thankful  In a way  Most Wouldn’t  Understand 

 Sunday blessings  I can’t be Blue When you’re  Carrying me Through a season  I didn’t  Want to Ever endure  Again  Don’t tell Him What you  Would want  If you  Aren’t ready  For the flames  That will Soon be Your guide 

 Therapy yesterday gave me some lessons  Progress is progress  Progress doesn’t come on my timeline. Nothing does.  My bottom gets whipped each time  I started to see glimpses of the old me  My muscles scream  Naps are a given afterwards  I love and detest in equal measure  My heart  Takes on A new shape With each session  Upon completion 

 Hugs  And love  To you  My friends 

 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