I’m grateful to have gone for a walk this evening with my hubby, Steve, and our pup, Elle. I had to walk gingerly as the headache wasn’t yet gone. At least this time I didn’t have to stop and catch my breath three times! Overall I’d say that taking a walk is not a bad recovery from 14 total hours with seizure attacks over the past day. Lord have mercy! The Francisca Battistelli concert and warm up acts were too loud for my central nervous system, I guess. Not even the Bose headphones were able to protect me. Thankfully, the music was good . . .
So, to quote a credit card commercial, “what’s in your wallet?” I mean, from where do you draw your reserve when you don’t have the physical, emotional, mental resources to face the obligations of the day? When your mind or body act out in pain or sorrow, from where do you draw your strength, your hope? For me it is from the Lord Jesus Christ. I cry out to the One who called me, saved me, knows me, hears me, comforts me, and has a promise and a hope to deliver me some day. I may not be dancing in the rain tonight, but I am coping reasonably well even while the tears are raining down my cheeks. And when my cheeks are dry again, my Lord helps me get moving again, not me. I am too weak. In response I say, “thank you.” Thank you for sustaining me this wacky day. Thank you for sending me my angelic husband to care for my needs when I could not get out of bed. I know that this too shall pass and the worst has indeed passed for now. I know there’s someone out there that needs hope too. I want you to know that in this moment, I am good . . .
28 And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who[i] have been called according to his purpose. Romans 8:28
And you can be good too, if but on the inside . . .
Jesus is for the Wounded 
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