For the twelfth day of January, I would love to say my true love gave to me.... But alas my true love is a fleeting dream. A figment of my imagination. And yet a part of me wants to hold on to that dream. Like even after I face the divorce, it would be possible to find true love. That God would allow a scorned woman to have a second chance at love. But then that is me... marriage is for life. And praying for him to die, well not something I want to venture on the path of, because in the end it would be me who was suffering.
And as of late, I have been the one suffering. My body and head hurts. I have been drawn down into the never ending battle with migraines. And while it can be an interesting one full of color and sounds that don't exist... I find it more of a reason to curl up and sleep. And allow my body to let the migraine go. And that was the blessing that I was given today... A day of sleep and rest. One that was much needed. And yet in many ways the perfect blessing for a Sunday where lifting my head hurt... and the thought of driving in was a crazy notion. But sleep... that is where our body can heal, and our mind can work on making sense of all the information that we have received and need to fit into the puzzle of our life.
#thankful #Jan2014 #NewYear #Blessings
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