Rest

I have ever intent of staying awake and yet this is the only day I can sleep in. So back to bed I go. Holding onto these weird dreams.Not once even thinking about what they mean. Just going to allow myself to take over the entire day.

I look forward to more research and the reading of the bible. The hope of gaining more insight to the message each one scripture sends. I deeper hope is the inner calm after the reading. Oh to just meditate and  to be genuinely happy. This is the goal today.

But first it is more sleep. The high temps and the swelling tell me an attack is coming. I know I need to sleep as much as possible. Ah this week is just as long as last week. Yet Jehovah has been good to me. Giving me more secular work to outweigh things so no depressing thoughts enter my mind. Keeping me focused on the good pieces of life.

So gentle is the reminder that I am capable of surviving and enduring. So I sigh and hope that the day is good. And if it rains more, let it all day long. It will ease the swelling and the pain. A small gesture of love from Jehovah.

So today I rest, that is what is needed of me now. Hoping the flare dies quicker than it has in the past. I bid everyone a grand day.

And now I am going back to sleep. My body calls to the comforts of the bed.