I sit here fingers posed, waiting for the seconds to tick down to tell me when my 5 minutes begin.
As I sit there, I ponder.
What does "tired" mean to me.....today?
Today as the first day of December has just slipped into the second.
Today when I just hours before poured out my heart on post and screen about my struggle and my hope for this Christmas season.
Today when I think about the words I penned about the changes that my issues with health have racked upon my body.
How do I sum up "tired" neat and tidy in 5 minutes when tired seems to have become a part of my soul?
has it really?
In the midst of the health issues, the baby longings, the questions about purpose and future and dreams, somehow, somewhere, some way, the tired turned into something more -- strength, hope, courage, faith -- and yet nothing really changed.
Now I am tired of believing the lies.
Tired of regrets
Tired of living in yesterday.
Tired of holding on to what "could have been" for "what WILL SURELY BE."