The year before us has promise and hope,
waiting outstretched just ahead,
Month after month, new choices to make,
each day as we rise out of bed.
Where will our road lead, where will we be
when a year rolls around once again?
Will there be progress, victory, growth,
or just stuck where we always have been?
Challenges, true are no easy path,
worth striving to traipse intentionally well,
In sickness and health, whichever shall come,
it’s a marriage of sorts to be ill.
Unwilling partners, my lupus and me,
but still joined at the hip and heart,
Morning by morning, reminded it’s there,
but wishing that it just would depart.
Some choices just cannot be made,
like whether to be an autoimmune me,
But others we exercise with volition and grit,
to make each day the best it can be.
By the end of this new year, we can purpose to say
that we’ve done better at last,
Taking control, living wisely and well,
making the most of the year that’s just passed.
So this day is the beginning of a fresh new walk,
through our adventures yet unseen,
Promising the mixture of challenge and joy.
When its done, what will this year have been?
Hoping, praying earnestly for myself
and for the journeying companions with me,
That God will enable us to triumphantly go,
and not under, but above our circumstances be!
By, Lupus Adventurer
© January 1, 2015