The Weaver

In loving memory of my dear aunt Lorena who we lost to cancer last night. She will always be one of my favorite people and I will miss her dearly. This was one of my grandfather’s – her brother’s – favorite poems.

“The Weaver”

My life is but a weaving
Between my Lord and me
I cannot choose the colors
He worketh steadily

Oft times he weaveth sorrow
And I in follish pride
Forget he sees the upper
And I the underside

But till the loom is silent
And the shuttle ceases to fly
Will he unroll the canvas
And explain the reason why

The dark threads are as needful
In the weavers skillful hand
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern he has planned.

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Saying Hello

I haven’t written a personal post in ages, not because I haven’t wanted to but because I’m going through a nasty divorce and don’t want my words used against me. Since I last wrote I’ve moved to a new house, spent time with my supportive family, and survived a cancer scare. I had a tumor removed from behind my right eye not long ago. Thankfully it was benign but knowing I had that thing in my head for 6 weeks and not knowing what it was was hell. I thought fibromyalgia was hell but this was a new circle of hell. Not knowing was so much worse. I’m home healing now and I have lots of healing to do. I think the bruises will fade faster than the trauma from the past few months will though. But I wanted everyone to know that I’ve been thinking about you, about everyone suffering from fibromyalgia. Hang in there guys. Things will get better.

Product Review: FibroFree Complex

http://fighterzblog.wordpress.com/2014/03/01/product-review-fibrofree-complex/ I wanted to reblog this. This homeopathic treatment for fibromyalgia sounds intriguing and worth more research by me and maybe trying it out myself. If anyone has tried it please let me know how it works for you.