I woke up this morning with aching bones. Every limb, it seems, feels the effects of the ache--it's difficult, even painful, to move right now.
I'm not sure why I'm aching THIS MUCH. I did go 10 laps at the track last night...but that's really not unusual for me. But last Thursday was the last time I got a chance to go to the track, so maybe that's it. Maybe that's why it hurts so much.
On a not-too-unrelated note...
Last night, I dreamed that I was on my way to visit another church, my mom's church, and when I walked in, I realized that they were expecting me to speak. The panic I felt when I realized that I had one notebook with me and nothing in it to help me with some last minute message ideas--because I had not/have not been keeping up with my daily scripture devotions--is one I can only describe as pure desperation.
I walked back to the bathroom--to search desperately through my Bible and notebook for any kind of direction for the message--but it was occupied. I stood outside of the door, inwardly impatient and stressed out, trying to figure out what I was going to talk about. While I stood there, waiting for the bathroom, people kept coming in through the doors for the service. It was a night service and I remember thinking, "Where are all of these people coming from?" They were people I did not know, people of all nationalities. They were families, kids and Bibles in tow. On a Sunday night.
There are two doors to the ladies bathroom at my mom's church, and I realized soon that the occupant had gone out the other door. I peeked my head in and saw Grandma's walker in there. She had left it there. So, even though the bathroom was unoccupied, I still couldn't go in and lock myself in because I knew she needed that walker and would be back for it soon.
I awoke shortly thereafter, knowing I needed to write all of this down.
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