I have been joking that things are stressed and messy, joking because that's all I've got. I am finding it harder and harder to face each day - for months now I have had bronchitis, my "cup" is approaching its last drops and desperately needs refilling. I feel like the Little Red Engine that Could - "I think I can, I think I can".....Yesterday I had to leave work early because of a funny tummy and only the way home I got an attack of Dry Eye (where I become so light sensitive I can hardly see a metre in front of me). Yep "woe was me" and I felt as pathetic as I looked.
But things took a turn for the better when I found this little gift left for me by my eldest son.
Immediately my posture straightened, my mind cleared and my heart beamed hard against my ribs.
I am adored,
I am loved,
I am needed,
I am so grateful and fortunate that
My well being IS considered by others
and this small gesture proves it.....xxxxx