So, I turned a year older today. I feel it. I had a hideous migraine and missed work yesterday. I think my brain swelled and I couldn't contain any more details following Easter! Well, that's what it felt like.
My husband has been teasing me about my lack of concentration today, he's right...I feel like I am in a fog.
Nothing rest won't dissolve.
I wonder how I would handle being really sick, would I be gracious and loving, or angry and unkind? Of course I hope I never have to find out, but, the thought is disturbing. The thought of becoming unproductive terrifies me. But that forces me to ask myself, what is productive anyway? Is it only productive if it's measurable by the worlds standards, what if there is no visual accomplishment, what if God laid me down and wanted me to produce in a way I have never considered before? Would I obey?
I like things my way....I hope I would obey.
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