I tried to see this differently. To everything there is a season...going home...the natural order of things...a kind of Heaven Can Wait scenario (without the "oops, we took the wrong dude!"...have you seen that delightful film?).
But you pushed too hard this week, and your mask slipped.
You're feeling that you're all that. You've brought the unremitting chest pain, and the uncontrollable bowels, the new lymphoma symptoms, and the impossibility of sleep.
You've delivered the blood in the urine and the hard breaths, every time, and the agony that every movement brings, that rising to my feet is like getting off the mat after a hard right from Iron Mike Tyson. (Wait one...do I still have both ears?)
This has taken me four days to write. Why not go easy on myself, and let it go?
You're telling me that it's ok to give up.
You think you have the support from the loved ones and friends who can't bear to see this go on.
You think you have all the cards.
But a Smith and Wesson beats four aces. I am well-trained to survive, but missed the lesson on how to surrender. My bad.
You think it's over now. You're wrong.
My people want to see me free of pain, yes. But they will support me to the hilt. They will pick me up when I fall, and use rigging tape to strap my weapons to my hands.
I'm not going gently into that good night. This is where the war begins, and you will regret trying me.
I will pile the wreckage so high that you will fear my very name, and you will cry out for mercy to the God that defeated you before.
You picked on the wrong dude, and now I am coming for you.
I do not fear you, Death. Not anymore. But you had better fear me. You lost in Round One, with the Big Fella. Round Two, now we're getting serious.
Don't bother running. You'll only (haha!) die tired.
You should know that in its original form, the body of the letter contained but two words, and the second one was you. But hey, I'm feeling chatty.
I can't even pretend to try to hew to the Five Minute Friday guidelines now. I'm sorry. But The Word is there. It's support.
For the video clip, Barb says that this is me. Not something I can judge, but here it is, her call.
As for a musical theme, how about Flatfoot 56 with some high-energy and high-fun Christian Celtic rock? This, I know is me!
I do ask that you be patient with my slow replies to your comments (which we treasure). I'm trying to stay caught up.
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.
If you can, please do leave a comment. I am trying to answer all, and I am failing, but please know this - I read and treasure each one.
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.