Compelled Beyond Pain

Yesterday, before church, I received a message from a friend, asking how my foot was. The simple question caused tears to pour out because, some days, it feels worse than others, even after three weeks, and yesterday was one of those worse days, and to be totally honest, I’m tired of still having a wound.
Of course, one tear over a hurt foot caused a domino effect of emotions from loneliness to struggle and everything in between…hence my poetry yesterday morning. After amazing time with God, I headed to church, which held emotions of its own, but that’s for another post.
After I returned home from church, I knew I needed to clean my foot again but, this time, went into the bedroom because I knew it was going to hurt. Sure enough, I was right.

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