“Therefore I take pleasure in infirmities, in reproaches, in necessities, in persecutions, in distresses for Christ’s sake: for when I am weak, then am I strong.” – 2 Corinthians 12:10

I woke up rather stiff in the joints today. My vision was a bit foggy and I couldn’t find my eyeglasses. I had kicked my cover off during the night (I must run a marathon in my sleep) and, of course, there was the bathroom run. Then, I read today’s short message from my friend, Dr. Adrian Rogers, and this is the scripture he shares. I write a list to discuss with my doctor, and it is long this week. I can’t seem to get my mental status to the slower speed of the rest of me. Now, I sit here, talking to you, making every effort to “take pleasure in my infirmities” and it’s difficult, donchaknow. I wish my legs would realize their weakness is my strength. Distressed? You Bet! Feeling persecuted, Yep! Wallowing in self-pity, absolutely!  MattieT and I walked about half-a-block to our mailbox yesterday afternoon. I stopped so many times to breathe, she simply lay down, disgusted. She did forgive me when I gave her a treat for fertilizing our neighbor’s front yard. (I must remind myself to take a ‘bag’ with me this afternoon when MattieT and I use my walker with attached oxygen tank on the short trek. If Paul could do it, so can I –with a bunch of help from “YOUKNOWWHO!” So, I am here today for HIS reason. HE has left me here, maladies and all, for HIS purpose, therefore I shall rejoice and be glad, donchaknow, really. Thanks for listening. I feel much better. It’s good to have these moments with a good friend to talk with. That’s what I get from My Box of Chocolates.       AMEN