Too Pooped to Pop

Anticipate

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Yesterday was my first day back to work for the two weeks following surgery to fuse my right sacroiliac joint. I started at 10 a.m. and got home around 8:30 p.m. Saw seven clients, one hour for each.  I came home exhausted, and went to bed almost immediately. This morning I feel completely wrung out, had weird dreams during the night that inhibited real rest. So today I anticipate at least four clients, possibly six.  And I’m too tired. I truly don’t know how I’m going to be able to be helpful to anyone, because my brain is muzzy and my body is telling me I should just go back to bed.
Silly song, right?  But it’s a pretty good picture of how I feel right now.
I tell my clients all the time that you can’t operate on the assumption that the way you feel must be the truth. That is the premise with which I’m facing this day.  I don’t feel
as if I can get through this day–but I will. I will get through the day because the truth is that I can do ALL things through  Christ, Who gives me the strength to do what needs to be done (Phil. 4:13).
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In His strength I will climb my mountain today, and in His strength perhaps I will even be able to be a blessing. It’s in getting my eyes off my physical weariness, and turning my eyes to Jesus, that I anticipate a day of victory!

Victory

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Aggie sighed as she turned away from Ed’s casket. This had not been the plan. She was supposed to go first. He was stronger, had better health. They didn’t know about the clogged arteries until it was too late.

It had been cloudy all day, and rainy. Fitting, Aggie thought, for the day she buried her love.

She glanced up as light broke through the dark clouds, and realized the sky was clearing. The sun was winning, shooting its rays from behind the dark clouds that were breaking up.

“I’ll be okay, Ed. Don’t worry. Goodbye.”

Hope

Devastation

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Their are other words that immediately come to mind with today’s prompt.

Devastation:  The Great Depression, dust storms, grasshoppers, drought, thirst, soup kitchens, hobos, joblessness, flour sack clothing, financial poverty. BUT:  strength of spirit, hope, perserverance, charity, a fighting spirit, victory!

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Devastation:  War, destruction, death, greed, hatred, guns, tanks, power,  rape, terror, flight.  BUT:  Determination, hope, human inventiveness, the Underground, never giving up, courage, overcoming, victory!.

Devastation:  Domestic violence, pain, fear, love gone wrong, evil, selfishness.  BUT:  a broken spirit that revives and heals, standing for righteousness, determination, seeking help, leaving the abuser, victory!

Devastation:  A country divided, hatred, slanderous words, immoral behavior, destruction of property, fear, violence, a sense of hopelessness.  BUT:  Steadfast hearts, love overcoming hatred, working across the aisle,  determination, compromise, seeking what is best for all, victory!

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Don’t Look at Me Like That!

Eyes

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Some time ago, I had a client in my office who would NOT look at me.  Even when I spoke his name, he would not make eye contact. We went through the entire first session with him looking off to the side, down at the floor, or even closing his eyes when he spoke.

Such behavior can say many things, and my job is to figure out exactly what that is.

Maybe he’s shy.

Maybe he’s a liar.

Maybe he’s fearful of revealing something shameful.

When I finally, very gently, asked him why he couldn’t or wouldn’t look at me, he turned so red that I regretted my question; however, I’ve learned to wait out such situations, because I really needed the answer if we were going to make any progress.

Finally, he looked up.  He was a nice-looking guy, middle-aged, normal in most ways that I could see. What he said  was this:

“I grew up being told not to look at my mother ‘that way,’ to keep my eyes off the girls, that looking someone in the eye was a man’s way of challenging authority. A lot of stuff like that. It was considered rude, and I still can’t do it  without feeling as if I’m being completely inappropriate. It’s one of the reasons I’m here. I work with people, and I need to be able to look at them.”

As he spoke, his eyes once again slanted off to the left, and his eyelids closed about halfway. He’d mastered the technique of looking without looking directly.

“What is it you do?”  I asked.

“I’m a teacher. I work with high school kids. I learned recently that behind my back they call me ‘Mr.Eyes’ because I rarely look at any of them  straight on.  I need to get this fixed. Can you help me? “

“Sure,” I said. But inside, I was wondering how. This was a new one for me. But I’ve read and researched, and he’s making great progress. The other, as we finished up, he shook my hand, looked me straight in the eyes, and thanked me for helping him learn to tell himself the truth about all the things he’d learned as a kid growing up.

After he left, I did a little victory dance.

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Book Jacket Blurb

Write the blurb for the book jacket of the book you’d write, if only you had the time and inclination.

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Newly widowed, Mona  begins her trek through the dark valley of grieving. She  is a smart, capable woman, but she discovers that some family members seem to think her brain died when her husband died. She has to deal with their well-meant but unneccessary attempts to direct her life for her.  Friends also mean well, but when they immediately start trying to set her up with Mr. Right, she has to  put her foot down.  As she walks through the details of widowhood, including finances and learning to deal with all the tasks her husband had covered, she finds both strengths and weaknesses she hadn’t  known she possessed. Her faith plays a major role in her recovery from the loss of her best friend. and eventually she establishes herself as as a secure, confident woman who can deal with whatever life sends her way.

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