I Get Knocked Down but I Get Up Again

Lost my wallet last night. Simply vanished. Not at home. Not in my car. Maybe it fell out of my purse? God only knows.

I felt sorry for myself last night but I watched Machine Gun Preacher on Netflix and ate two single serve bags of popcorn and fell asleep on the couch.

I woke up at 2am with terrible cramps. Some of the worst ever. I drank some water, spent some time being sick. Fell, exhausted, back on the couch.

Woke back up around 4am. Same thing. I was hot. Cold. Achy. Hurting. Managed to hug my knees to my chest and get back to sleep.

Woke back up just before 6am. I threw the covers off, got a drink of water. Curled into a ball. Pulled the covers back on. Somehow fell back asleep.

This feeling I was familiar with. This was what drove me to see the doctor last month. This has no cure. This is caused by stress.

When I finally dragged myself out of bed at 8:30, stomach sour, I left to go to the bank. My car was on empty and I had no money. On my way to the bank, I get pulled over. My tags expired last month. They have been expired for 18 days. Is it a coincidence that I get pulled over the morning after I lose my licence? The cop saw the look on my face. I'd paid for new tags (late, sure) before I left for Colorado but the receipt was in my wallet, now gone. I got a $100 ticket.

I almost cried right there. I almost just let myself be overwhelmed by the enormity of my day thus far.

To top it off, my cell service had been disconnected. I was waiting on Jered to pay his half of the bill... no phone. No txting. No gas. No wallet. No licence. $100 ticket.

I went to the bank. She gave me a card. I got some money. I bought some gas. I went home and laid out in the sun and burnt myself but not badly. Just enough to make me feel better. Then I went to work. Rocked it out. Jered paid Verizon. Cell service back on.

It's the small things, really...

I believe in the Spirit and I believe in spiritual warfare. It's something I'd been processing through and talking a lot about with my mom over this past week. My day today was no coincidence. And instead of being upset and fearful and fretful, I will take today as a compliment. I must be on the right track if I am suddenly such a highly regarded target.

To that I say Bring it on.

I made my choice last April.

And I'm in it for the Long Haul.