I had a couple of appointments today and tentatively left the house when our friend came to stay with my mom. As I’m still recovering, I have learned that if I move very slowly, I am able to do things. If I try to rush or push too much, I will end up hitting a wall. At first, my body and legs retaliated. They wanted to go back and lie on the sofa. But as time went on, I just kept plugging along and drank a ton of water. By the end of my outing I was tired, yet energized. It felt good and I was grateful to be able to be more active.

I Found God today able to be more active.