My pain from my surgery and infected incision is slowly going away, and I’m building up more strength and flexibility. I was able to do several loads of laundry yesterday and even cleaned my sheets. Reaching into the washing machine to grab wet clothes was challenging, as was bending down to take clothes out of the dryer. But I managed. A few weeks ago, all that stuff would have been impossible to do by myself.
It’s the holiday season. I used to say it started the week of Thanksgiving, but there are already Christmas commercials airing, and I’ve seen a few houses with lights already strung up. The holidays make me sad. I tend to think of my late mother and father. I found joy in the holiday season for several years when my family was whole, and I got to experience it through my children’s lives.
I didn’t have a good Sunday morning yesterday. But it got better when service started, and BoyGeeding surprised me by sitting next to me. I’m grateful his mother allowed him to do that. I can’t go into any detail, but I really don’t get to see my children much anymore.
During church service, we sang a song I wasn’t familiar with, I Shall Not Want. I really connected with these lyrics, as I think it sums up what I struggle with the most.
If you told me that John Wayne appeared on television in a furry bunny suit, I would have said you were crazy. But it really happened.