'Normal' .... I'm of the opinion/philosophy that we all have problems from time to time. And some of us seem to be 'blessed' with more than our share of hard times. I think I'm lucky. My husband loves and respects me even though I've not been able to pull my share financially or in terms of the household for years. My sons are good people with big hearts and they both love me and say so regularly. Neither one has ever been in any kind of trouble and both seem to be getting their feet under them. I think having me be sick has caused them to be cautious about leaving home, especially my oldest son who I end up leaning on, even when I swear not to.
But back to 'normal': If life was always easy, smooth, pain-free, then we wouldn't really understand how sweet the good times are. Laughter wouldn't be so precious and love so dear. Don't get me wrong, I'm sick of hurting and being sick. My house is embarrassing right now and my sewing room seems to have exploded into some sort of fabric riot. I'm not a happy camper. But I do still feel the goodness and sweetness of life in my heart. Thank God for my friends, my husband, my sons and even my psychotic dog. Just the same, I'm not sure 'normal' exists for us humans. If it does, it's got a good share of pain and grief mixed in.
Polly dear, comfortable would be quite wonderful. I will take all the prayers for 'comfortable' that anybody can muster. And thank you for the shelter of friendship I find here in the place that isn't really a place but more a construct of our hearts and hands. A long time ago I wrote one of my favorite Bible verses on a piece of paper and tacked it to my wall (you'd think I could manage a little wall hanging, wouldn't you?). It says this: "The joy of my heart is the work of my hands." That will have to be comfort enough for right now.
Hugs, Sunny