Recently I went through weeks of being ill, with three weeks of antibiotics, which made me feel sicker. Although I am slowly recovering, I again see what a wimp I am enduring physical pain.
I have felt worn out, little energy, but I do what I can daily. A little here, a little there. Then my dog got sick last week - diarrhea. It was horrible. I had to confine her, clean up each mess. Poor thing got chapped from all the washing she had to endure. (tip: use aloe vera gel-heals well!)
So I was frustrated with that (after a few days of treatment for her with boiled chicken, rice, and doses of kaopectate per vet, she is much better!).
Then of course, another problem-the furnace broke. I did look on the bright side of that: it happened while the temperature was in the 50’s! The next day it was fixed. But costly.
Through the physical pain, the frustration, the worries, the expenses, (not to mention this happened around voting time!) I felt exhausted. I felt powerless. I felt discouraged.
I kept praying for God’s help. Even my sister lit votive candles for me (and envisioning those candles brought a sort of comfort in meditation). How much can we bear?
I kept reminding myself the mantra I try to live by daily:
“I trust in God and the direction He takes me in life.”
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Just hold on. Just get through this day.
The day the furnace got fixed, my dog was happy and diarrhea-free, my achiness and coughing continued but not as bad.
Things just fell into place in one day.
I can see why “One Day At a Time” is such an important concept in recovery. Really we have no choice to change the past, may be powerless over many things anyway, and can’t predict tomorrow. We can live in the now. We can have hope. We can trust in God, that He will lead us through.
Amazing the difference one day can make. I feel more hopeful. I trust in God and the direction He takes me in life. Theresa M
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