Some days are a struggle. I never know until I get out of bed how my body is going to react. I can face a day with a plethora of aches and pain (from the PMR), or I can have a good day with very little. I might have the energy to vacuum the whole house, or I might have to struggle through each room, pausing often to rest (long fatigue from either meds or that virus which shall be nameless. (Today is a struggle day.)
I try to keep moving. My watch reminds me of when I have been sitting for too long. I used to do 10K-14K steps a day. Now a very good day is around 7K. Some days I am lucky to get 5K, and that is only because I force myself to move. I could sit in my recliner all day and read until my eyes get blurry – but if I don’t move, one day I won’t be able to move.
Add to that the threat of blindness from the other auto-immune disease (GCA) and life is far different from what I thought it would be at this stage.
Many of us struggle. Life is often not fair and sometimes it is downright cruel. We struggle with financial security. We struggle with relationships. We struggle with loss. Sometimes the struggles are temporary and are resolved; other times they become our constant companions.
And still, I know that my Father God loves me. I know that my LORD and Savior walks with me. I know that the Holy Spirit of God indwells me. I also know that when I enter into their presence in glory, I will leave my struggles (my momentary light affliction) in the grave. None shall follow me to my eternal home. Amen & Amen
“For our momentary light affliction is producing for us an absolutely incomparable eternal weight of glory.” [2 Corinthians 4:17 HCSB]
