March Forth

My spirit is lagging today. My back pain is still acute, and I woke up with a headache. Never mind, life goes on and I'll get past this.

Burdens seem heavy today. I am thankful to God for the gifts He has given me that bless me with an income. But I still need to go out and earn that income. The need to stay on top of my special-needs son's education in addition to guiding him to be the man he was meant to be. The need to be vigilant over every aspect of my father.

I don't want sympathy. My intention is simply to share my "sandwich" experiences with those in similar circumstances. I need a cheerleader for me sometimes, someone who knows how hard this is.

Most of my "home" work and taking care of Dad's needs are done for the day. Before I leave this afternoon for lessons I am going to start reading the new book just published by my favorite author, a NY Times bestseller, whose books I savor. (Although I have never met him - yet -, I feel privileged that he lives just five miles from me, and we have the same doctor.)

Remember recently I sent out a call to action for today, March 4th? Sometimes that action can be no more than simpy getting through the day. My "marching forth" will be simply that today.

My father just called up to me from downstairs. The gallon of milk he picked up from the store this morning has a leak; he needs me to find a new container to put it in, then clean up the puddles. Another emergency.

That novel is waiting with more patience than I am feeling today.