Wearing Out

There has to be more than one reason as to why I always feel so beat up and tired. There are times when I feel as though I'm going to actually pass out. When I'm at my worse, my vision actually becomes a bit blurred (like, right now as I squint to type this blog entry). My guess as to why this happens so often includes the following:

1. The constant toll taken on my body with all af the aftereffects of the injuries that I recieved in the accident.

2. The consistently improper sleep that I've endured for the eight years since the accident.

3. Diabetes, which my endocrinologist claims is due to damage done to my pancreas in the accident.

I know a guy in church who keeps telling me that it's age, but the thing is that my issue with fatigue and the fact that I often feel generally beat up always comes and goes, and seems to consistently affect parts of my body that are associated with the accident. Coincidence? I don't know, but I think not. 

I can only say that I get really sick of it all. We cling so desperately to our mortal existence, but I could really use a change.

On this Easter weekend, I can't help but to think of the relief granted to Christ over His human condition through the glory of His resurrection, and I can't help but to think of the promise that He has made to us concerning our future. Even so, come quickly Lord Jesus.