I’m Not OK

Rain or shine I get up every morning and do the same routine. I stumble to the bathroom, climb onto the scales in the hope that I’ve lost a few pounds during the night, dress myself and ingest that handful of pills required for old people. Then I’m off to 6 AM Mass. Maybe it’s just a habit because I seem to do lots of daydreaming and thinking about everything under the sun instead of paying attention to what is going on at the altar. 

Then from out of left field, without fail, I’m jerked back into reality by some uncontrollable feeling that washes over me causing me to hold my breath and clinch my teeth while a tear creeps down the crevasses of my wrinkled face.

 

I may be crazy but it is in that moment that I realize that I’m NOT OK but God loves me anyway. 

Thank you Lord for your love

I’m so glad you sent that Dove

I am week but you are strong

So always let me sing your song. 

Amen.