Fibromyalgia has given me one gift. It's something that so many of us rarely experience because life is so hectic. It's something that is so simple that it's easy to pass by. It's something that seems so hard, but nothing could be easier.
Quietness. For me, Fibromyalgia has helped me slow down these past three years. I wonder whether I would have rewritten Secret Speakers from scratch if I hadn't had this forced quietness filling my days. So, thank you Father for giving me quietness. At times it's almost too quiet and I feel incredibly isolated, lonely and even hungry, because I don't feel like I even have the strength to get something to eat. But thank you.
I also wonder whether this is the reason I have finally, after three years, finally quieted down enough in my soul to realize that I am spiritually thirsty, and that I've been filling it with all the wrong things: ill feelings about my first marriage (and I'd already written out so many pages of forgiveness, I thought I was done), picking on my husband because he doesn't do this or that (I mean really, Karey, get over it and just love him!), and thinking that new leopard skin shoes or a blue blouse will make all the difference in how I feel. Ha!
All my shoes got me was in a fender bender because I was so excited about them I backed into an oncoming car in the parking lot...at 1 mile an hour about. How hilarious, but how empty feeling at the same time. But I do have to say, they're a gorgeous pair of shoes.
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