Pain and migraine kept me from sleeping, but also from reading, writing, watching TV, doing just about anything other than lie there. I let myself become distracted with worry and despair. What if I never feel better again? What if the Lyme leads to something worse? How can I prevent becoming a burden to my husband?

Eventually I thought: Imagine feeling like this and having nowhere to live, no medications to ease the pain., no one at all to care for you.

At times like these it's so important to remember that God is RIGHT HERE. Last night I didn't reach out to him despite my "count your blessings" moment..

Today I'm utterly depleted but I'm blessed with a comfortable place to collapse. I read my morning Liturgy of the Hours and found comfort there as well. Next time hopefully I'll remember what I learned years ago:

Instead of worrying -- PRAY!