But you reach that watershed where the thing you want most of all is for everything to stop. The pain, the incontinence, the weakness, the fatigue.
No one is brave at three o'clock in the morning, when the pain makes dawn seem a million miles away and your body's weakness makes the bathroom...which you desperately need...seem not much closer.
There is no room for posturing or attitude, no room for the moto posters...NO FEAR!...which are balled up and set alight in the burn pit.
There's only room for the most basic kind of faith.
"Father, into Your Hands I commend My Spirit."
Sorry for the short post. Things are just not going well.
We're linked with Messy Marriage's From Messes To Messages - please drop by for some terrific marriage resources.
Still hoping to get the new and improved version of Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart up and running in the near future. Just haven't had the energy to do it yet...but if you would like to read it, please say so in your comment and I'd be glad to send you a PDF (which should fit your Kindle).
Marley update... been moved to a sanctuary, and Bay County will revise their 'dangerous dog' codes.
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Below are my recent releases on Kindle -please excuse their presence in the body of the blog. I haven't the energy to get them up as 'buttons' in the sidebar. You can click on the covers to go to the Amazon links.