…I always get attacked! 🙁
Doomsday isn’t really my attitude of choice but I’m never prepared for that second day bomb that comes at me after having a great day that is so full of the Holy Spirit. The day itself was nondescript, quite relaxing actually. Everyone was enjoying their day of rest and then we went to Mass and listened to a moving homily by Deacon Ed about God’s love – His mercy and His forgiveness. Who are we to judge anyone when we are called to love everyone.
After Mass we went to meet Neal’s parents for dinner and that’s when literally something in the air changed. Neal had been fine all day and then wham! his mood turned sour. So sour it affected all of us without a word spoken. It was(is) the strangest thing. When we got home he tried to explain that he has no idea why he feels this way but it just came upon him and now he’s like a guitar string wound too tight. He’s left to go get some air. I don’t know if this is the MS (for there have been episodes that he doesn’t recall that affect his behavior) or if it just a clear attack. Whatever the cause I ask everyone for prayer.
I take refuge in knowing that tomorrow is a new day.
Blessings 🙂
Shannon