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A Day in the Life

As I struggle with health issues that spur on additional difficulties and magnify existing problems, it is hard for others to understand and difficult even for me to fully communicate how desperately I need prayer and support (including professional help – for proper diagnose and insight in managing the minefield in which I am walking).

Here is a day in the life for me lately:
I awake and simultaneously realize either: how tired I feel or how sore my body is. Neither are the best feeling to wake up and have.
I pray and either grab a few more minutes of sleep… or I slowly rise and try to ignore the waves of nausea that wash over me.
I put on an outfit I could wear a weak ago, but today is doesn’t fit well.
I am too bloated to wear any of my business pants, yet I know today I will bleed through a skirt or dress...
I end up in a dress that doesn’t zip all the way right now, but I can disguise the ill-fit with a jacket over the dress… maybe the hot flashes won’t happen today...
I stand up from every chair I sit in and discreetly look to see if I left marks on the chair…
I usually walk directly to the bathroom after a meeting to be sure there is no visible evidence of these internal struggles.
I am often so tired by lunch time, I have to sleep in my car on my lunch break.
I fight fatigue all the way home and try to decide: is today a day I can work out and not have an unreasonable amount of soreness for the next couple of days.
I can work out daily this week and next week 1 workout is so debilitating I am left weak & sore for days…

 As a result of the bloating and fatigue (as well as insomnia and chronic fatigue) weight gain has happened.
 I wear leggings often so my thighs don’t touch…
I can’t stand in heels as long as I used too…
I pray the wide leg, comfy pants stay 'in' for another season...
I have found a new love and appreciation for maxi dresses and long skirts...

 These are just a part of my struggles... 
The issues that are just below the 'surface'...
Others may see some of the results but have no idea how deep the roots of these trials are embedded.

 I believe our Lord is the ultimate healer and comforter.
"He gives power to the weak and strength to the powerless." Isaiah 40:29
Oh how powerless and weak I have felt!
Still, I give my struggles to Jesus as He calls for us to: 
"Come to me all who are weary and heavy laden and I will give you rest." Matthew 11:28

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