Living It

 There is so much of me that is unseen. Even when I am in someone's face.... it can be like I am talking Chinese to them... people don't listen... or presume that the know me.... when the reality is they have no clue.... The story of my life really. That is not however what I am writing about today. Some of you know already I have had a horrible few weeks changing my epilepsy drugs. Pushing myself to the point of being drugged in order to prove to the doctor that I knew already that their suggested amount on the new drug was too high. Thankfully its sorted now.... although its still early days... There is still time to lose everything that I have fought hard for. The thing is I fall within a small  percentage of epileptics and therefore in one sense I am very fortunate but in another sense not being in the normal band can be difficult. People forget or don't always get that I still do things to adapt, or try and stay seizure free.  You just don't see it. In recent weeks...

 Will your Anchor hold in the storms of Life? An old Hymn that my dad loved. I think a lot of men his age liked it... it seems to have been a Boys Brigrade favourite in a certain era. My dad left notes in his diary to say that was a hymn he wanted in his funeral. Tucked away at the back of his diary. We never even knew it was there. "We have an anchor that keeps the soul, Steadfast and sure when the Billows roll, Fastened to a rock which cannot move Grounded deep and firm in the Saviour's Love" Who among us have not need to ground ourselves in recent times. Restrictions are hard but Life is precious. We have all had battles in 2020.  Mental, emotional, financial and physical. How we navigate through them can make all the difference. For me, that has meant being intentional. Phoning my friends, reading, lighting candles, having my fire pit on... to name but a few. Early on last year my cousin called. The minute she called, I knew something had happened. Her words hit me......