Weebles and Thorns

I wonder as I sit here and listen to the state of the Union address will I ever feel better?

Depression has ripped my life apart, literally. I am left in tatters, physically and emotionally. My weight is up again ( perhaps due to the medications)

I just want to feel better, I want to be better. I woke up this morning and was literally a roly poly, yes I was a real life weeble. You remember the weebles wobble but they don't fall down? Well I am now a FULL BLOWN WEEBLE, YES I am a WEEBLE. These medications have just about done a number on me, but its not a number
10, hahahahha ( Remember Bo Derek from the movie 10?)


If you have Never had fibro you cannot possibly understand; that is a bad enough diagnosis but if you add to the mixture a recent nervous breakdown that makes it even better doesn't it? Throw in some depression and that really makes the mixture tasty. If I could pull myself up by my bootstraps I would but alas I can't even find my own bootstraps.

and Tomorrow is another day. I pray for strength and I wonder ( I am human) why was I not blessed like other ladies my age who don't have those malodies.
The apostle Paul had a thorn in his side and when it was never removed the Lord said to him My grace is sufficient for thee for my strength is made perfect in weakness.

So perhaps that thorn is perfecting me for his glory? Couldn't the result of that thorn be prettier than a weeble? Well I guess we don't get to pick our own thorns.