Breathing Space in Meeting Mr. Jesus Christ

There you have it, my dinner tonight. Finally feeling well enough to cook a meal and jambalaya was calling my name. Mmm, Mmm good, too. Ate 2/3 of it, rest saved for lunch tomorrow.

Bronchitis is beginning to clear, steroids work, mean as they may be to the body. I'm grateful for the cough syrup, gives me a break so I can sleep a few hours at night laying down. I don't sleep well propped up, I'm totally a fetal position person.

Made it to church Sunday. Even though I wasn't feeling my best it was good to be amid the brethren. Spent the afternoon with a sister and her grandson for dinner and games. Talked about some things happening in my life, gaining perspective seeing I have come to lean on God in all things at all times more automatically, not such a effort to remind myself where to turn. I'm in Christ's arms 24/7 and feel much more secure this way. The best part is not feeling shameful or weak for turning to Christ, not so long ago my pride was still in front of me. Only thing in front of me now is God.

Trying to work out a trip home to be with friends and take in my love of the homeland before I begin the testing and treatment and what else may come. Working schedules is tricky. I really want to go, knowing it will be a long time before I am free to travel again.

Think I'll make some orange juice, craving juice tonight. Guess that is just my need for the extra vitamin C. Don't really want to clean the juicer this late, but my craving seems to be winning me over. Then more sleep, trying to sleep this illness away.

Out.