A little seed kernel of hope is buried deep in the fertile soil of my wishes, dreams, and prayers. Maybe I can beat this thing! It could just be a brief relapse, but maybe it’s the beginning of healing.

For the first time in a really long time I’m up in the middle of the night enjoying insomnia. I say enjoying, because I really mean that! This hasn’t happened to me since the death, the mono, and the autoimmune Chronic Fatigue.

As I lay abed tonight, I felt HAPPY (yes, happy!) and energized. Wow! Almost forgotten sensations! But they’ve shown little peeks of themselves this past month.

For someone who all my life has experienced these splashes of manic energy that enliven my nights and propel me through creative work, I have missed this! After tossing and turning for hours, I simply got up and got to writing. Hurrah!

I hope this means I’ve bounced back from my recent travels. But a little glimmer of hope also bubbles inside me that maybe, just maybe, I’m turning the corner on The Fatigue That Never Ends.

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I’m brimming with new ideas for adjusting my website to be more friendly to you, my readers. I’m planning to offer many helpful tools to you for free. I’m reading Tim Grahl. I’m enrolled in Michael Hyatt’s Platform University.

I’ve got plans for the future. I want to make this website a treasure trove of helpful blessings for YOU!

Fiction needs editing. Fallen, the prequel to Refuge, must be polished. Stories need told! I’m researching self publishing for my WWI novel to keep my readers happy until the next book in my Genesis trilogy comes out.

It could be that the desire to accomplish these dreams has me awake tonight. It may be fleeting. But I’m hoping! I don’t want to get carried away with what may be a temporary odd event, but it’s such bliss to feel happy and energized, no matter how momentarily, that I can hardly help myself!

Theologically, expectant awaiting for the fulfillment of God’s promises is true hope. It is hope that WILL BE fulfilled. It’s a certainty. God’s promises will come to pass.

But at 2 a.m., this little glimmer of hope for healing is a blessing. Whether it comes to fruition or not, I’m grabbing it! And I’m thanking the Lord, no matter what!

To God be the glory! Hope and happiness, even for a brief respite, is a gift!

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