“Grant us peace in our days” is part of prayer. I’ve been thinking about that a lot this week. One person, I even asked, “Are you looking for more peace in your days?”
Most people will answer yes to a question like that.
Maybe because I’ve spent a good deal of time with people who have disabilities, I’m really conscious of how much I’m able to do. I feel the ethical weight of knowing that I should do all I can possibly do. I probably go too hard sometimes, and I feel that physical and emotional exhaustion that comes from not fully understanding how to balance doing and being. But when I try to ease up, that can go sideways as well. Doing too little is worse.
I’m going to meet with a GI doctor next Friday. I think my insides aren’t well. The last time this occurred was 5 years ago, and the doctor told me stress and possibly the muscle split (diastisis recti) that happens with most pregnancies. That got better and became a problem again around December this past year. I’ve been trying my usually strategies: drinking lots of water, running at least 3 times a week, sitting up straighter at work, significantly reduced dairy intake (may need to give this up entirely), and laying on the floor at the 55 minute mark (therapy hours are 53 minutes, but it seems easier for people to wrap their heads around 55…this is time to write notes and take a bathroom break or lay on the floor look up at the ceiling as ask for God’s help).
Well, at least I’ve been able to maintain my keen sense of drama as I’ve aged 🙂
Wishing you all moments of peace in your day!
Terra Rose
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