Just Another Weekend

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It’s 2:40am Saturday morning as I begin writing these words. However, according to my Fitbit I’ve been asleep since 8:43pm Friday night. I know my weekend sounds so exciting. I would love to tell you I went to sleep early just because I’ve had a rough week. But, I can’t tell you when the last time it was I didn’t have a rough week. I wake up every morning expecting to have a rough day, but hoping to get through the day. I can’t tell most of my days from nights.

Earlier around 2:15am I woke up sort of frantic. I was too foggy to realize it was still AM time and not PM time. I thought for sure I had slept another day away. That I had missed another day of this party called life while everyone else around me enjoyed doing something they loved. I’m so used to that being the case I just knew it happened again. So, I’m pretty relieved that’s not the case, YET.

Looking back in the rear view mirror of my life I realize how blessed I’ve been all my life. Battling health issues was never an issue of mine. Now I’ve spent the last 3 consecutive birthdays not just thankful to wake up, but hoping I can get up. I’m bruised, broken, and I’m blessed. However, it’s just another weekend based on my expectations the past few years of my life. Anything God allows me to do beyond just waking up is icing on the cake. I’ve not given up that things can’t change I’ve just recognized that this is my current reality.

“This is the day the Lord has made;
We will rejoice and be glad in it.”
Psalm 118:24

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