home

Oh, how sweet it is to be home! Words can't describe how it feels to be on this side of this illness. I've got a long way to go, but what a long way we've come in these past weeks.

Last night was a bit rough. I hadn't laid flat for a while and getting comfortable was challenging. Once I got comfortable and my meds kicked in, I slept great for the most part. I'm still having these horrible night sweats. Something inside me changed with this thing. I used to require a sheet, quilt, and blanket, all nicely tucked up to my chin. Now a sheet is more than enough! Weird, huh?

Today has been quite restful and for that I'm thankful. Blogging is by far the most strenuous thing I've done. :) I guess that's the word of the week: rest. As a recovering workaholic who loves to be constantly doing, this rest thing is challenging. There's so much to do. There's house stuff that I could tend to, church stuff galore, calls to be made, emails to be answered, etc. But I surrender my workaholic ways and submit to the doctors' orders: rest.

In these days, I'm thinking of Isaiah 30:15: "For thus said the Lord God, the Holy One of Israel:
In returning and rest you shall be saved; in quietness and in trust shall be your strength." This is my prayer: that I may rest, find stillness, and trust in the God of my salvation!

One day at a time...resting!