Ice on the steps and I am wondering when the power will go off. With all the high-tech new and improved plastic everything, I wonder why, more than ever, we have trouble keeping the power on. So, I am stuck in the house, thankful for a fireplace and the hope that winter won't last forever.
I did a couple hours on my trainer bike last night which left me hopeful. Today, I am living the old man in me, and need to get moving. I haven't done much but read, check my phone, and take a nap. If this is a normal day for an 80-year-old, I really won't make that turn in life well. I don't know how people do it. Maybe they just feel worse than I do? Maybe illness and disability over time have taken the stinger out of the bee in their lives.
And two, I don't see how folks live up north where this weather as normal winter fare. So I have sat here, thought about it, and written myself into feeling blessed.
I am blessed I have that hot coal in my heart that wants more, that is intensely dissatisfied with lethargic living. I am blessed to live where I do, where this kind of raw weather will pass into beautiful days; days for good training; days outside with good people who care for me. God thank you for the hope within in me - for the good days, now and every more.
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