Fighting a cold

The skies have remained gray today.  Rain falls slow in stops and starts. 
It is a good day for rain.
I sit here wondering if the fog is outside or inside my brain.
Wrapped in fleece I sip from a hot mug of chicken broth,
only because we have always been told that chicken soup cures everything. 
I try to inhale the steam. 
My stomach seems less than pleased.  My head pounds with a rhythm of its own.
And this one, who daily chooses to leave self behind is self-occupied
the flesh cries out for attention
I want to fight and I want to give in
and all I can do is heed the words He spoke this morning:

Lean into Me.