Back again for FMF, still trying to blog by Smart Phone...with no other internet access, including email. Sheesh.
Anyway, we're here, and the word is TOMORROW.
I was just thinking about it, actually. Today was ghastly. Lots of blood uncontained when it really should stay, like, INSIDE.
And it hurts. I'm past trying to draw analogies. It is just a presence of pain, no words fitting.
But duties still have their claim, and if each step is hard, it still has to be made.
And tomorrow it all begins again. All I can say is that it's gonna hurt worse, and it's gonna be more tiring.
And that at this time tomorrow, I'll still be here.
It's partly pride, sure, but there's more. Each step, and I'll call it like it is, each step in something like agony clarifies and refines the soul. It doesn't glorify God...He'd be mighty cruel if He were using it that way...but it gives me a bit more compassion, and perhaps honour in the perseverance.
I'll take that. And I would not trade these savage tomorrows, because somehow, they're bringing a gift beyond price in their mailed and bloody hands.
I still haven't figured out how to keep access to the phone long enough to answer comments, but please, please do leave them. You guys are my lifeline.