Fight On

I have not slept much this week. Pain, my constant companion is especially rough right now- it’s searing edges too sharp to allow me to relax into slumber. In the lonely night hours that seem to drag on I have much time to ponder. I could count the ways I wish my life had turned out differently, or awaken to each gift of grace this pain has made me see.

This picture was after two nights of no sleep. I was ragged. Beneath the weariness though is such rich contentment. This day brought the joy of watching my little excel at his basketball game. Then I was able to pack a suitcase for my love as he prepares to leave town for work again. That allowed him the time to work on a big surprise that delighted our little people. The night was capped off by nibbling at delicious cuisine that I didn’t have to cook- my favorite! I was so thoroughly beat, but so full, and so thankful. The miracle in each of these small and sometimes mundane moments is not lost on me. I am fighting for each one, and will cherish each box I get to check, sleep or no sleep, because the joy of being present in these big and little snaps of time is truly the greatest treasure.