Just as I was "getting somewhere" I hit a wall. Iron, spiritually and physically, represents power. As some of you know, the drive for personal power has been my life's mission, even before I recognized it.
Early on, rebellion represented power; then anger and aggression; then God; then I realized, Love is the ultimate power, along with peace of mind. Physically, I strive to be strong, have a physique and be able to do what needed to be done.
I have been going and going and going, as I've said in the past few days. Not realizing I'm carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders and in my body. Well, I've run out of gas, hit a wall. It is interesting how I knew on a deep level, sometimes not so deep that I was exhausted, emotionally and physically.
Whenever I resist the inevitable, God always steps in to give me what I need, not necessarily what I want. I needed rest and to have someone take care of me. That is exactly what I got. Now, all I have to do, is relax and let God control the rest. Fantasizing freedom to allow myself to recover without guilt.