Because no one ever reads this anymore.
Try to breathe regularly. That's something I have to remind myself of every few hours. Perhaps it's just the humidity. I think I'll blame it on that. I can't put any weight on my ankles without feeling pain, the spine is still messed up, breathing trouble, and the dizziness is still pretty bad. It's really frustrating. And makes me mad. But I'm learning this new concept called praising God in everything. Even in pain. Physical and emotional. Ah. It feels good. But that doesn't really make sense.
It was my grandparent's 50th wedding anniversary today. We certainly threw quite the shindig. I think there were about 110 people there, (%95 of whom were elderly) It was a blast. The band was phenomenal, made for great dancing. It was great because I was able to ignore the excruciating pain in my ankles and dance for a good three hours. Of course, I don't feel so great now, but at least we had a good time. I hadn't danced in a long time, I really missed it.
I love my family. We're all back at the grandparent's house now. The little girls are putting on a play in the hallway; they're dressed in quilts and paper masks for costumes and are narrating the story of a quick rabbit and a cunning fox. It's pretty cute. Everyone else is gorging themselves on pie, ice cream, coffee, good conversation, and pretty soon we're going to start a very intense Texas hold em tournament.
I think the pain that hurts the most is when you know you've been forgotten. That's the one that gets you.
But hey..what doesn't kill you...Right?
Haha. I guess I should be pretty dang strong by now, then.
But I'm not strong. God is strong.
And that's all I need.
My sister is home. She is beautiful. I've missed her so much.
Thankful. I am very thankful.
It was my grandparent's 50th wedding anniversary today. We certainly threw quite the shindig. I think there were about 110 people there, (%95 of whom were elderly) It was a blast. The band was phenomenal, made for great dancing. It was great because I was able to ignore the excruciating pain in my ankles and dance for a good three hours. Of course, I don't feel so great now, but at least we had a good time. I hadn't danced in a long time, I really missed it.
I love my family. We're all back at the grandparent's house now. The little girls are putting on a play in the hallway; they're dressed in quilts and paper masks for costumes and are narrating the story of a quick rabbit and a cunning fox. It's pretty cute. Everyone else is gorging themselves on pie, ice cream, coffee, good conversation, and pretty soon we're going to start a very intense Texas hold em tournament.
I think the pain that hurts the most is when you know you've been forgotten. That's the one that gets you.
But hey..what doesn't kill you...Right?
Haha. I guess I should be pretty dang strong by now, then.
But I'm not strong. God is strong.
And that's all I need.
My sister is home. She is beautiful. I've missed her so much.
Thankful. I am very thankful.