And once again, Five Minute Friday written on a borrowed Smart Phone...please excuse the lack of a link back..just getting the post up, yeah, I'm happy.
The word is RELIEF.
Things have narrowed a bit for me...the artifacts of terminal illness have made some of the most mundane parts of life frankly unattainable.
Well, such is life (as the Australian highwayman Ned Kelly said just before he was hanged).
The meaning of it all is that a threatened life is still a life, we are still gifted with values and duties and dreams.
We are meant to hold to these, I think, and to stay in the fight without looking for relief.
This life. The way we live it, day on day, is our legacy.
We can choose to turn inward, bemoan our lot, declare ourselves broken and lost.
Or we can fight to the last bullet, the last rock, the last bloodied fingernail.
And this we shall maintain, in the Spartan strength given us by the Almighty.
Go tell the Spartans, stranger passing by, that here, obedient to their laws we lie.
We choose to hold until relieved.
Please be patient with my slow response to comments of late; the combination of illness and a really baroque way of getting online is quite the challenge.
But I will get to them!