Good Daughter. The words keep ringing around in my head from yesterday at church when I was so overwhelmed that I walked up front requesting prayer. Prayers for my moms healing, prayers for Kim Millers healing, prayers for my healing, for all the confusion I have been under lately with my own selfishness. Good daughter was hardly what I expected to hear.
It just seems lately, that I can't come up for air without someone calling the house and needing me for something and lately it all just seems to sap my strength which I so desperately need just to move around each day.
I work, I come home exhausted. I stay home and clean, I am exhausted, even my quilting is beginning to exhaust me and yet, I know the Lord says he will renew my strength if I trust in Him and I do.
My new Fibromyalgia meds are not working at all, so that will probably mean yet another visit to another doctor this month and I am up to my ears in those between my visits, the kids visits, the kids dental all so it doesn't fall on hubby's shoulders when I am in the hospital.
I am walking again, not far, but at least trying to keep as mobile as I can with all of my back pain, but soon, hopefully after the initially surgery I will begin to feel like myself and less drained of energy.
I can't be a good anything if my strength is gone!