This week I did alot of things I didn\’t think I could manage.

I got out of bed.

I showered.

I combed my hair. And I went to work.

I smiled and meant it.

No matter how many times one has confronted that black fog, when one has to get with the business of carrying on, it can be surprising to find that normally routine tasks, turn themselves into complicated duties.

Compounded by a bad bout of illness, I lay in bed for days drifting in and out of light sleep. I felt zapped of my last reserves of fortitude. I refused to think about anything too complex, my mind couldn\’t take it anyway.

Get up

I wanted to float upwards into the blue skies and I wanted mighty hands to reach out and lift me up.

But I never floated up, and my cradling hands didn\’t appear.

I didn\’t think I could carry on, but somehow, I rolled myself out of bed.

One-small-step-at-a-time.

And I managed till now. I will do the same tomorrow and the next day and the next until I am stronger.

One foot in front of the other. I will do it and so can you.

Just at the moment when I was thinking \’I can\’t do it, not now\’, and without thinking I raised myself up, well, that wasn\’t me. The extra oommph of energy to get up were the Hands of my Lord lifting me up.

I am impatient but prayers are heard and answered. So I hope.

One step at a time, I will carry on.

Do carry on too my friend.

Love, love, love and gentle hugs :)