Today was one of those days when more than one thing was off-kilter. I was upset last night and turned to junk food for relief. Nope, I didn't have it in the house; I had to go out and get it: Cheeseballs, Milkduds, & Peanut butter cups all helped temporarily, plus just a little alcohol.
I felt guilty this morning because I just don't want to eat that crap! I had work issues today that represent one of my greatest fears; that my concentration is now so changed that I can't do as good as I used to. By the time I took a midday walk, I had not eaten, I felt stressed, and my heart was heavy.
Eighty percent of the way done, I see a toddler who must have just gotten out of, or about to get into a car. This beautiful little guy waved at me. That was a very needed gesture by a tiny little human being. I prayed for the little boy to have a wonderful life and continue to be able to do for others what he had done for me so naturally.
I'm feeling a little better as I write this. It's going to be a rollercoaster until it isn't. We all have these good days and bad days, it's not unique to the grieving. I am looking forward to the long weekend though!
Comment about anything you'd like to for open thread. Maybe since you're up in the middle of the night (perhaps), I'll give you a Bible Verse to think about, and a link to a good podcast!
If any of you lacks wisdom [to guide him through a decision or circumstance], he is to ask of [our benevolent] God, who gives to everyone generously and without rebuke or blame, and it will be given to him.
James 1:5 AMP
This woman, Melissa Dougherty, is one of my favorite podcasters. She uses a lot of humor and satire, but her longer ones are usually interviews or book reviews, and I recommend her.
I pray for you.
My 27 year old 'baby' is a marine vet who I thought was back in civilian life for good after 8 years but has decided to join another military branch. Civilian life isn't his thing even though he has a great IT job. He has a wife and two kids that are affected by this lifestyle. The jabs worry me every minute of every day. I fear that by going back in, they may push more poison into his body (he's had 2). The working out, weight lifting, running, exerting beyond what most people do, makes me wonder every day if I will get that phone call. Reading your posts has been comforting.
So sweet about that little boy. I’m glad you had that blessing and I’m glad you shared it with us. I pray tomorrow is a much better day for you.