surrounder

The local language here has a wonderful word. It sounds something like "srowm" and the best way to translate it would be "surrounder". If you see anything that wraps around or surrounds another thing, you could guess and call it a "srowm" and you'd probably be right about 75% of the time. A glove is a hand surrounder, a sock is a foot surrounder. An envelope is a letter surrounder.

So, last night I was lying awake in the wee hours of the morning, thinking about the news I got yesterday. I must admit, I was feeling upset about it. I was trying to pray, but I am not very good at praying when my emotions are riled. As I worked to calm down, I thought I heard God say, "What are you so upset about? Your body is just like an envelope. Kind of a "srowm" for your soul. And that's where the really important stuff is. I'm writing a letter on your soul, full of meaning and beauty. Who really worries about the envelope? It's the message inside of it that's worth keeping. And I intend to keep that for all eternity."

I never know if it is really God talking in moments like that. I suppose it might be, because they were all new thoughts for me; a new perspective. But in any case, I was able to calm down and sleep again for a few more hours.

Nevertheless, yesterday's discovery sort of took the wind out of my sails for about half the day today. That, and being tired from lack of sleep. I had trouble getting going.

Really, I think I'm kind of a whiner. The results of the biopsy aren't back yet, so nothing is for sure. And even though the doctor is pretty confident of his diagnosis (his actual words were, "The kind of skin cancer you have… er, might have, depending on the lab results…) he is just as sure that it is not a very dangerous strain, and will be easy to take care of.

Besides that, I have a great life, really. I mean, I am a child of God, to start with. Headed for Heaven, and sure that there is meaning and sense to this life. I am well loved by a husband who walks with me as a friend. I am free to follow almost any path I should choose, I am housed in a comfortable, secure home and have never known what it's like to be hungry. And I have a cat, for Pete's sake. How can cat owners ever be sad?? ;-)

And yet I was admittedly a bit down today. And then it rained almost all day, too, which is unusual and kind of gloomy.

I had a coaching appointment this morning, but other than that I struggled to be motivated to do anything. The afternoon was a little better. I did my exercises, which I had skipped in the morning, went grocery shopping, and made a really nice supper for Mr. and a friend of ours. I felt really good about the meal: vegetarian and healthy, but tasty. Indian food from scratch. I might have mentioned before, but it bears repeating—the smell of Indian spices just makes me feel happy. I have no idea why, but it never fails.

Hopefully my positive feelings from the evening will translate into a quiet night's sleep tonight.