I was having a day. I have been losing weight and am thrilled to be doing so but my disappointment is I still am plagued with Fibromyalgia pain. Sometimes the Holy Spirit will give me a poem to comfort me. My hope it will be an encouragement to whomever reads it.
This gloom is weghing me down, I feel
Like a ball and chain around my heel.
I seem to be stuck upon my bed.
With a constant sense of dismal dread.
My body stirs to stand on its feet,
While my hands are sweaty clutching the sheet.
I hear my heart drumming a warning
My brain is buzzing like some bees are swarming.
"Just get up," I say. "Stop all this self loathing,
Wash your face and put on some clothing.
Listen to me, you can't let Fear win;
Get out of bed and let this new day begin."
So I got right up and did what I said,
I thanked God for my life and His daily bread.
Then I counted my blessings one by one;
The top of the listwas His only Son.
I counted you, also, as a blessing to me
And thanked God for His LOVE that just set me free.