BEAUTIFUL IN ALL SEASONS

It is the night of the 11th of February i get into bed i set my alarm for 4am. An hour earlier than usual because i intend to clean my house before i go to work so that when i return i am only faced with laundry for a chore. I lay down and sleep, i wake up the Lord is still sustaining me. However, i feel close to crippled. My body screams 'today is so impossible!'  I get up regardless and decide to eat a bit so i can stomach the medication and give my body 30 more minutes of rest.  I usually refuse to take meds as prescribed; two to three times a day instead i take them once in the evening to avoid complete dependency on the medication. This morning is different and calls for desperate measures. It is 4;30 am i decide to make my bed and activate my plan. I do so as i give thanks to God and express my hurt at the same time. I obviously question when is the end ever coming. I give thanks again for all i have and am able to do. like hope, like resilience, like peace while i ackno...