A Steady Rhythm

As I lie here, waiting for my medicine to work, I can feel my heart beating. Bump ba dum. Bump ba dum over and over. My heart still beats in the midst of everything around me. No matter how many doctors appointments I have sprinkled throughout the month, life goes on.

Each day, I have a renewed hope to face the day. This past week was hard and frustrating. All I wanted to do was work on my assignments and I couldn't. The reality that I needed to rest...HAD to rest hit me like a ton of bricks.

I sighed as my face felt the coolness of my pillow. "When I wake up, I will feel better," I told myself. I was right. I did feel a little better. I made a choice to do some work that day no matter what. As I eased myself into the right position, I felt satisfied. No, I didn't get everything crossed off my to do list that day, but I did something. My pace was steady. I have to keep living my life in spite of what's going on in my body or around me.

With God's help, I will get my work done for this semester. I don't have much longer. :)

What about you? Are you going to make the choice to really live your life to the fullest?

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tam7777 said…
I would say yes. Even tho most of the time it is a choice to keep on keeping on. On the outside I look like I have it all together but on the inside I have struggles just like everyone else--just alittle different. For the joy that is set before me I will push on to the prize.
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