My wake up strength

I wake this morning in stiffness but I wake. Yawning and saying my prayers. Morning light streams through my window and I gain this sort of determination.

Thanksgiving for one more day. Kindness.

My eyes are alert and my hands are working. The mind is not thundering. Such good news.

Yet.

I struggle to stand and move my legs. Gently I swallow all that is tedious and muster some unknown energy.

Placing that smile of endurance back into my system. Becoming the motivation and powerhouse that churns these limbs of mine with steel.

I do not wince in the fiery pain. I have placed my breathing to another level.

With such grand temperament I take a shower. The most mundane things that are morning routine are strength draining events. Yet I keep going. For I know my body will shut down and off if I succumb to the pain and exhaustion.

The ranks of mind games I play upon myself is phenomenal. It is assured that no amount of allowances of weakness can slip through.

I only have a short day today and what makes me tremble is the amount of work I will be be pressed with.

And yet I push through.

Just as I think I won't be able to move more light comes into my room. I cannot explain the encouragement that floods me.

My strength is overwhelming. Thanks to Jehovah. Another day and trial. I get to endure through. Who else can say it isn't him giving strength and power to an almost comatose person. Motivating them to press through all odds?

I don't expect anyone to understand but I do.

So give thanks to Jehovah for one more day. I know I am grateful.

Light plays patterns over me and the shower awakens me more. I do not cry on the outside but my tears fall in the heat of the shower.

I just smile. Can you say that too?