Today, I am tired. It could be the ear ache I was diagnosed with last week, as I've been irregular about taking the antibiotics. It could be the suspected-but-un-diagnosed arthritis, coming with the sharpening plunge of the temperature. Or the equally un-diagnosed fibromyalgia, as yesterday I encountered a bit of stress involving a toddler leased to a table behind the deli counter. (Bless him, he was so good for Mama!) Last night, my body ached, and I was physically weary. I came home and slept. Today, I wanted to get up and take Afon for a walk, but something held me back, and as the hours wear on, it grows more recognizable: that feeling of unwellness that follows me around like a ghost, overshadowing me on the bad days, almost forgotten on the good.
So I googled "tired" and "G.K. Chesterton quote" and this one came up. I don't know where it's from, and I don't recognize it, so it might be from one of the more obscure articles. It's not exactly what I had in mind when I searched for it, but after a moment's thought, I think it'll do.
Chesterton is one of those rare authors who, for me, is both. His are the books I am eager to read; his are the books I want when I'm tired. He is challenging and comforting. Chesterton, always the paradox.
Wishing today I could curl up with Father Brown; but I think it's going to take all I have just to keep Afon from bringing the building shuddering down; we should call him the {Humanoid Typhoon}!
Thank you for your continued prayers while we continue to fight to find out what's wrong. Is there anything I can pray for you for? (It's a Divine Mercy Chaplet kind of day.)
Linking up with {Amongst Lovely Things} for Weekends with Chesterton.
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