Scenes at the conclusion of the battle for survival. Three busy days with late night stretching, early morning walking, & lots of outdoor play/ indoor drama with five kids in between resulted in a lengthy Thursday morning nap after kids were dropped off at school. I prayed Benjamin & Matthew would be alright as I lay lifeless in bed. Gratefully, Benjamin stepped up & resourcefully found pudding snacks & granola bars for he & Matthew to eat. Matthew moved on to dumping shovels of wheat onto the ground from our food storage while I rested. A nasty aroma, chocolate smeared faces, a runny nose, and Benjamin's warning, "Matthew made a big mess," pulled me to my feet (think I got a two hour nap w/ only a few interruptions) to rescue my good boys. Benjamin helped with the clean-up as did Matthew, then it was to the tub to find my lost boys. Chalk up another tough day as we patiently work through recovery as a family.
My biggest challenge is pacing myself. I feel surges of energy & drive with a few good days, then crash with a hard day. It's not normal for me to let so many things go, but there's no fuel to even push myself, I have to stop and rest. So grateful for the subtle blessings that keep me going (positive alignment changes & the ability to stretch & walk w/o shooting pain). I'm learning it's a slow process for discs & nerves to heal. Grateful to feel like I'm progressing. Matthew 26:41 "the spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak," best describes how it is.
