God still owns tomorrow
A nasty dictator
Yesterday was a very busy day and I am feeling the after effects now. My fibromyalgia is flaring and the pain is incredible.
Dianne my daughter was not able to get the staples out from her total knee replacement because the doctors and nurse said a week out of surgery is too early to remove them- especially on a bending joint. We had to reschedule to next Thursday.
Then I was not allowed to accompany her into physio because I am not vaxxed against covid. So I helped her return her hired crutches-(she has her own) and left.
I accompanied her teen son into his counselling appointment, talked to the psychologist as he is a new patient, then left them to discuss things.
It was so much walking and in and out of cars that my own knees were quivering. Di's pain level was off the charts as it is difficult to get in and out of our car- it is high. She begged me to not undergo knee surgery myself. (I have both knees with torn ligaments) She didn't have to beg much. I don't like pain.
Today I am just resting and making a stew in my slow cooker. That's the best I can do today. Fibromyalgia is a wicked task master and a nasty dictator.
Or should I say, how little!
The stuff dreams are made of
Now is the time to be awake- the Rapture is by all accounts, imminent. Jesus is coming for us soon.
And as we look around and see the beginning of the birth pains, we can see that staying here is not so attractive: that would be a nightmare for real.
But looking up and waiting for Jesus to come for us is the end of that awful dream for us as believers: we are not appointed for the wrath of God.
A heavenly mansion awaits us with eternity spent with our LORD. His Word is our promise. The believer's future is bright and full of hope and is the stuff dreams are made of.