Madison Sanders Writes

I was in the bed all day Thursday and Friday because of pain. That in itself is very frustrating and draining, but I feel better today. I am having to sleep in what used to be my brother's room because my hips and legs have been bothering me. His bed is a little firmer than mine, so I've slept better. I was waking up about six times a night in my bed. I had gotten so used to it that I thought it was normal. My little nephew knows I should be in my room, so he's been saying, "Ou not be in my daddy's bed! Ou in your ur(your) bed!" while pointing his little finger at me. :) I gently remind him it's just for a little while. I went to my surgeon on Monday, and he gave me a cortisone shot in my right foot to help with the pain. I was grateful for that! It has helped some. I am trying to post at least once a week because it helps me to write, and I like to look back on things. I am working on the book about my life! I have been for about two months. Those

Image Credit: In the Window © APatterson via freeimages.com I wrote this one week and a day ago. This is my journal, so I will share it. I've had a battle the past few days also, but after talking to Mama, I slept in my brother's old bed, which is a little firmer. I feel great today! A good night's sleep does wonders for the body! A B-12 pill helps, too. For the past few days, I’ve been depressed. I didn’t want to get on Facebook, write, or even get out of bed. I said, “There’s nothing on TV to watch while I’m sitting up, so what’s the point? Mama said something that has stuck with me. “The point is getting up." You see, I had read another chapter in Norvel Hayes’ book, How to Live and Not Die that said if the enemy detects even a hint of weakness in your confession, he’s got you right where he wants you. Now I paraphrased that, but you get where I’m going. So, the devil had been bombarding me with thoughts and words before I went to sleep. It

Image Credit: Take my Hand © Jeremy Brown via freeimages.com Originally written on March 27, 2010, but I never posted it. The room was abuzz with the excitement and anticipation of what was to come. What crazy game would we play, but more importantly, what would we learn about ourselves. The teens gathered around in a circle dying to hear what we would be doing. "The trust fall," Mrs. Stephanie said in a cheery voice. No one returned her heartfelt enthusiasm. (It was really more a of lean, no one fell. ) "Oh no. I can't do this with you, Madison," Chelsea said in a worrisome tone. I'm afraid I'll drop you." With all of the confidence I could muster, I said, "Don't worry. I trust you." Her eyes quickly dropped to the floor unable to push back those negative thoughts that were crowding her mind. "Just put your feet up against mine," I reassured her with a look of pure unadulterated trust. "I'm n