The next battle begins
I need prayer. Today had a rough start, that was also amazingly tender. It started yesterday... I was at the Parents' (as I am every Sunday afternoon), we met in the living room, by the fireplace, after our naps (as we do every Sunday afternoon) to visit for a few minutes before getting ready to go back for evening service (as we do every Sunday afternoon 🙂). I was thumbing through a magazine, as she was finishing a section of her Epoch Times, she looked at me and pointed to an article, said it was really good and that I should read it. Being the obedient child that I am, I picked up the paper and read the article. It was information that was old news to me: childhood trauma such as abuse and bullying have been linked to chronic pain, illness and autoimmune disease. I've long believed the abuse I endured during my teen years played a big part in my fibromyalgia and chronic fatigue, migraines, etc. But the article ended with the idea that a key to recovery is finding