As I find myself aging, my body changes in so many ways. Some grand and glorious…some, not so much. Primary hyperparathyroidism makes you anxious and can cause lots of “upper GI disturbances”. Anxiety on its own can also cause these tummy troubles. Now that I have both sources, my body tells me if I’m nauseous, I must be anxious and my body sends out a huge jolt of adrenaline which only compounds the issue. 

I’ve discovered by a system of elimination…combined with a short memory…that I simply cannot eat heavy foods anymore. Nine times out of ten they make me sick and send me on a spiral of ickiness. Remember when I taught myself how to make Miss Brenda Gantt’s wonderful Buttermilk Biscuits and Sausage Gravy? Can’t do it anymore. Yesterday, I made French Toast and Bacon. Nope…add that to the list of things this old body wont accept anymore.

Hey…it’s not all a bad thing (except when I forget how sick it makes me and think this time is bound to be different.) those things are not good for my cholesterol and my weight. So, it’s God’s way of saying…cut that crap out! 

Yesterday was supposed to be mowing day, but it rained during the night and off and on all day so the grass was too wet. Then I was not feeling up to it. Mr. FixIt went out to the farm to double check the pump to make sure all is well with the well. (See what I did there?) It was. When he got home, he went out on the riding mower for a while and got some of the field done.

I spent the day making my packing list for the trip. It’s crazy all the things I think I need. And, since the camper is at the dealership, hopefully getting fixed by Wednesday, I cannot pack it here. I have to pack it all in the truck and spend the first couple of nights on the road organizing and making the beds, etc. I’ve decided to try to head out on Wednesday so I can be in Denver a couple of days before the senior festivities begin. That way I can rest up from the drive.

I am teaching myself how to combine two sock patterns so I can knit one with some texture to it. I think it’s going pretty well. I love to watch something come together and become something beautiful as well as useful. Knitting offers me captive time to sit quietly with Jesus and talk to Him. We work out lots of things. I give over more and more of myself with every stitch and He promises to carry the weight of all my worries so I don’t have to. Writing does the same thing for me. I can feel terribly anxious or out of sorts, but by the time I get to the end of a post, I feel so much better. Sitting with my “monkey brain” is not a good place to be. Shining the light of Jesus into all the dark corners brings me back into focus and, while all may not be right with the world, I feel much better prepared to handle whatever comes my way. And…isn’t that the peace that is beyond all understanding?

Happy May Day! 

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“Your testimonies are wonderful; therefore my soul keeps them. The unfolding of your words gives light; it imparts understanding to the simple.”

Psalm 119:129-130 ESV