Today was a rough day. Exhaustion extracted three naps from me, my tired old heart was in my throat most of the day, pounding and burning as if I'd run a marathon and my head has been on the verge of migraine since before I opened my eyes at 0553 this morning. Stress. Gotta love it.
Years ago, a large bottle of Pinot Grigio or a strong margarita would have been self prescribed to make all that pain go away. If I close my eyes and swirl that around for a time, I can almost feel...well, instant regret as it most often turned out, because I don't know how to have just one drink. Love was the reason I quit. You see, my actions showed that sometimes I loved the drink in my hand more than those around me, and that was unacceptable.
Love saved me. Love saves me still. Love laughs with me. Love cries with me. Love understands me and accepts me. Love fights for me, and with me. Love rises to every challenge that Life throws at me and helps me get through. Love says we're in this together and nothing matters more than this. Love is God. Love is daughters. Love is we three.
God is good.
