Pray for my "angles"

I have reached rock bottom. Literally my bottom... has shingles. That wonderful reactivation of the chicken pox virus, now in different form, affecting the nerves and causing tremendous pain and blisters. It hurts! A LOT! And when others tell you that it is the most painful thing, they are not lying. I am having to use pain meds to rest at night and wishing so much I could be taking them during the day. Taking Tylenol or Ibuprofen is like eating candy. No help whatsoever. Blah! Wikipedia states that shingles can be caused by extreme mental or physical stress. There you have it. That's my life.

My beloved grandfather, precious man of God that he is, has been diagnosed with cancer. We will celebrate his 90th birthday in just a couple of weeks and I am praying that God gives us till then. I so desperately want to see him face to face and tell him all that he means to me and how his faith changed my life. How his prayers give me strength and how devastated I will be to live without him. I know I am not alone. I am talking with my mom everyday with updates on his condition. And bless his heart, he now has shingles. What? That is so crazy I can't get my mind around it. But my mom says he has peace. And I knew that he would. He's just so close with God. So close. I want that kind of intimacy with the Father. And I know how you get it. My grandfather would retreat to his prayer closet for hours at a time with his Bible. He would take prayer walks and he has had many Bibles because he reads them so much, they fall apart. Oh, for my Bible to fall apart. How I desire that. For pages to be frail and torn, for books of the Bible to come undone because they've been saturated into my soul. That is a legacy I wish to leave.

Benjamin has been praying for my "angles" to go away. I love him. My little prayer warrior.