Waking when the skies are still dark, steals my energy. My body clock, as well as my cat Templeton’s, doesn’t have the ability to change easily. Oh, how I long for warm and sunny days where I can enjoy being outdoors. I miss chatting with neighbors and too often feel isolated from the world.
While I keep my mind occupied most hours of the day, I know how easily I could slip into a pity party. I miss human contact, conversation, and the reassurance of love. Satan is tapping into my weakness and planting thoughts I need to destroy.
I see the sun lighting the treetops in the distance bringing hope and reminding me of God’s promises. A new day is here. I am grateful. Yet I need a moment to let the tears escape. To find rest and comfort in the Lord.
Carol Ann Erhardt, Author 