Monday, November 22, 2010
I never cease to be amazed by the renewing energy that sickness can usher in. After three sluggish days, I woke up this morning with clarity, joy, and so much energy-- a first for me since the shortening of days. And it only serves to remind me that there is a purpose to these ebbs and flows, and sometimes that purpose is out of reach of understanding. For every winter there is a spring, for every sorrow a joy. And this morning I am giving thanks for it all, especially for getting the spring back in my step.
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