My health has been a challenge starting back at the beginning of fall. I am working with a new doctor and am improving, but my energy is so sapped. A simple walk to the pharmacy today in beautiful weather was tiring. I feel extremely old, but I am only 56! I must have faith that the interventions the doctor has prescribed for me will continue to improve my health.
So I am a little melancholy this season. What I am telling myself is that there is hope for health improvement, and that I am performing an invaluable task this Christmas: caring for tiny preemies that I love, giving of myself and providing aid to the sick, as Christ asks of us.
"The care of the sick is to be placed above and before every other duty, as if indeed Christ were being directly served by waiting on them."