This morning started rough, and I'm feeling fragile.
In the shower, I got shampoo in my right eye. Hours later it's still irritated and burny.
I tripped getting out of the shower. Thankfully nobody saw my ridiculous flail,and I didn't knock my teeth out on the sink edge.
I have a bug bite on the back of my left elbow. The constant itching is driving me wild.
I blew my nose too hard and then had a nosebleed.
My neuropathy is flairing, and I'm tired of this constant, internal bonfire.
Physically, I'm fragile - just like a little lamb in a field full of wolves.
The other night I had a nightmare. Memories of it still linger today.
I've felt a measure of failure, for no good reason.
I sense some of my lifelong dreams slipping away. I'm unable to figure out how to make my dreams reality.
Sometimes, I reach out to people, getting very little response. It hurts.
Emotionally, I'm fragile - just like a little lamb encircled by the wolves.
I write and look for readers. Where are they all?
I have a message. How to share it baffles me.
I yearn to follow my calling. Am I on the right path?
I work to tell what I know. Does anyone hear?
Professionally, I'm fragile - a little lamb stalked by wolves.
I'm fragile - fragile as a tiny lamb among the wolves.
What to do?
All I know is the way for a lamb to survive in a valley ruled by wolves is to stay close to a good shepherd.
I know a good shepherd.
His name is Jesus.