Saturday, May 18, 2013

Being Carried

I was reading that when a sheep continually wanders off, a good shepherd will break it's leg to keep it by his side. Or he will carry it. I don't know if my Good Shepherd is breaking anything on me except maybe my heart, but I do know He is carrying me.

I know my foggy state is nothing amiss medically. But what if this is a gift? That I move and think slow is not my norm but can be calming to a guy on steroids. The fact that I'm not able to completely comprehend my future alone or the path that leads to it is somewhat good I think.

It's amazing to me how important today is, each day when I wake up. Today, I see Steven and I love him so much I cry. Are other wives doing this today? I am blessed with the desire to take care of his every need. I want to be one step ahead of his needs. Because, face it, I don't know how much longer I have to do this. Does anyone?

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