Giving Praise

What are the chances of hearing the rock ballad "Alleluia, Alleluia!" come through the static that's attuned to 98.5 The River? It's the only radio station the Volvo gets and that's with regular irregularity. My world is so weird sometimes I can't stand it.

It has taken every ounce of my energy today to fulfill my obligation to water the garden. Yesterday, I found my joy in watering the trees and shrubs. I lost myself in time, clipping off the deadwood, and was an hour late for lunch. This is so unlike me. True and steady, Maureen waited. I almost nod off during our lunch. My anxiety is off-the-charts and that's with medication. Emotionally, I'm depleted. Afterward, my head hits the pillow and I sleep until this morning. This too is unlike me.

I tell myself, if I can accomplish this task, then I can conserve what energy I can muster, to rearrange this day, to meet two other commitments. This is how precariously I'm negotiating with myself, as my attention drifts back to the lyrics of today "Alleluia, alleluia".

Give praise for a job well done. Give praise. This I can do.