Three Things Challenge #MM29

Welcome to the daily Three Things Challenge. Use your imagination and creativity using one, two or all three words that may or may not be related. There are no restrictions regarding length, style, or genre, though please keep it family friendly. Tag your responses with 3TC, #threethingschallenge or TTC, and you can add my logo […]

Three Things Challenge #MM29

I am stiff waking up. My body feels like a pile of dirt. Like a bulldozer comes along to drop off another load of dirt on top of me. Weighing me down.

Lord, let today be smooth. Can’t I cruise on through the day? Can my day be smooth and free of any setbacks? Do I need to feel guilty for everything? Can I learn to balance my time between what I am obligated to do and what I want to do?

This is my dialogue almost every day. Yet still, here I am saying it again. It’s me, Caroline. The days pass like they mean nothing. Like time is meant to be wasted. But it’s not meant to be like that. Is it? My small framed body carries at least 100 lbs of excess weight. I am not trying to be unkind to myself. However, my looks appear that way. This extra weight is a reflection of how I feel. I keep piling more and more on me in spite of things being too much.

I can open my eyes that are stuck together from something that feels like glue. My brain doesn’t feel as mushy as before. Or as heavy. Yes, Heavy. That’s the word I’m looking for. Doom and gloom don’t cover my face or my mind like a veil. At least, not as much as it did fifteen minutes ago. Can I bother you, Lord?

I look at the cat. He is going crazy trying to convince me he should go outside. He doesn’t care that last week I watched his poor self limping from being hit by a car. There goes one of his nine lives, right? So now I want to keep him inside to protect him. I understand he feels trapped inside. Believe me, I feel trapped inside my body, as well. However, I am being protective of my cat from danger. Are you protecting me from danger, Lord?

As I rotate my body to plant my feet on the floor, I slide out of bed. I walk to my chair to plop down. My body… my bean bag, feeling body. It has no shape or form as it’s sqeezed by outside forces.

The Lord says, “Caroline,”What is it dear?” What do you need?

I need hope. Hope, and probably coffee too. Then maybe music. Also, could you convince me that I am enough today?

Thank you,

Caroline

*a letter to God.💌

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Using all or some of these three words, can you create a story? This is a three word challenge, hosted by Di.

BOTHER
ROTATE
CRUISE

Until Next Time,

Heidi💜