Horace

In my last post, I mentioned that I sometimes have chronic headaches which can last for days or weeks. I decided to name these recurrent headaches, so I chose Horace. It seemed a harsh-sounding, unfriendly name, and it just so happens to also sound quite similar to 'horrible.' Horace has been on vacation the past few days, but I can feel him coming back. I can feel exhaustion settling in, and I can feel my chest tightening with deepening fatigue and heightening stress as I try to research ME doctors who could possibly provide a diagnosis and some treatment or relief. As Horace comes back, a mental battle ensues. Will I give in to Horace? Will I submit to allowing his presence to sour my attitude and temper? Or will I instead fight to remain positive and focus on God and His plan? Without His permission, Horace can neither come nor stay. I am reminded of the verse in my blog's header, Psalm 119:92. "Unless Your word had been my delight, I would have perished in my affliction." So, instead of pouting, I am off to fight a battle - not with Horace, because I have no control over him, but a battle within my heart to strive to hold on to God's word and its priority in influencing my emotions, feelings, and attitudes. So, with that, I'm off to read some Psalms of Ascents. Will you climb those heights with me?