I am exhausted!!
I went to a meeting this morning. But it wasn’t the meeting that was exhausting. It was the packing we did before and afterward.
It was the second meeting of the Mission and Outreach Committee of our parish. We currently have 2 projects in the works and needed to talk about the Thanksgiving and Christmas food baskets in addition. It was the project for the Cangleska shelter on the Pine Ridge Reservation that took the starch out of me.
This is the second year we have collected winter clothing to send to the shelter for the moms and kids who use their services. Last year my living room was filled with enough clothing – coats, boots, hats, mittens, sweaters, etc – to fill 7 large boxes and one smaller one. I was hoping to limit the number of boxes to five this time, because shipping is so expensive.
I sorted out all the clothing this morning before the meeting and knew it was a good thing I had convinced my husband to buy 10 boxes.
He said: I thought you were limiting it to 5 boxes.
I replied: True, but do you think that’s all we will get. Even if we fill 7 again, I’ll use the boxes to send things to the rez before too long. You know I’m always looking for boxes.
He said: But they’re so expensive.
I replied: Don’t pinch Mr Lincoln like that.
He looked at me for a long minute and said fine – in that tone I’m sure you can imagine.
This morning, after the meeting, we assembled and packed the boxes – all 10 of them!!! And there is still more to be packed!! I actually need more boxes!! Imagine that!!
One of the beautiful things about the parish I belong to is that, when asked to lend a hand, they always meet the goal – and usually exceed it.
I, unfortunately, also exceeded something. I exceeded my limits when it comes to physical activity. Who would think that taking clothes out of trash bags and packing them into boxes could make a body ache so much. Well, I guess if you have fibromyalgia like I do, it isn’t a really big surprise. It isn’t the aching right now that concerns me. It’s how I’m going to feel tomorrow morning – like the guy who lives across the street brought he big rig cab through the bedroom while I slept. I’m trying to figure out what I can do today to stave off the fibro flare, because I have a lot on my agenda tomorrow, too (dentist appointment, lunch with the in-laws, class as night). Maybe my body will surprise me and I’ll feel great – after all, I was doing God’s work, right?
You can stop laughing. If that worked, I’d never have any problems with the fibromyalgia. I have often wondered what God had in mind, giving me this great desire to do his work and putting me into such a hindrance of a body. I’m sure I’ll never figure it out, but it is frustrating to want to do so much and know how large a price there is to pay.
Ah, well, as the saying goes, God only knows . . . . .