There is a well known fact in this household, rarely spoken of, but my heart beats for him continuously, and he has earned my adoration. David Byrne, MARRY ME. 🙂 I had the pure privilege of seeing the Talking Heads at Emerald City in Philadelphia, circa 1980. Front row. The rolling melodies and heart thumping bass can still be heard in my head, and I am dead serious when I say that the female guitarist made a pass at me. Ah, the good old days when rock was rock and a spade a spade.
I had a horrible nightmare last night. Or I should say this morning-Dwain had decided to go to work, despite the blizzard conditions-he wasn’t answering my calls, he was nowhere to be found. I awoke in a cold sweat, extremely anxious and confused. Moments later, while sipping hot coffee, I phoned my husband and my nerves were calmed just by the sound of his voice. Strange way to start the day…….
As I walked down to the garage, to feed the feline community, I felt it-or, perhaps didn’t feel it is a better way to say this. No pain. During Lyme flares, my feet are constantly in pain. Bone pain, muscle pain-I don’t let it slow me down, but the mere fact that I was pain free was reason enough to look up at the sky and praise Him. My lymph node has diminished, and there is even a noticeable lift in my loafers. Oh, how beautiful life is. And here’s the thang-none of us are promised more than this day. We have a choice-to be positive among the chaos and confusion, carpe diem, or, as I did yesterday-we can pout, stomp our feet and be a miserable pain in the ass in general, bringing everyone around us on edge, walking upon proverbial eggshells.
I fail Him each and every day, by thought and deed. I repent, ask for forgiveness, and concentrate on my future-with my main man, golden retriever and Yeshua-and between the four of us? We have this, He is working in our lives, whether we see rainbows or coffins-the choice is ours, and I choose life-oh, my dear friends, I choose life~