As I write this, worse is going into even WORSE, and if there were trouble lights, they would all be red; not blinking, but steady.
But I figure God knows I need a miracle. So I'm not going to bug Him about one.
Instead, I'll keep my mind and heart and life open for its arrival. I'll keep the faith, the hope, and the optimism of possibility alive.
And even if it doesn't come, that's not a bad way to live.
Over to Mike And The Mechanics, with (of course) All I Need Is A Miracle.
Please pardon my slow response to comments. I do my best, and your comments are really precious to me. Barb is answering many of them now. I'm running on fumes, if you don't mind a macho metaphor.
I'm grateful for the energy to have written this. I'm so glad Barbara's stepped in for many of my posts. I'm really not doing well at all.
Thanks to Carol Ashby, Blessed Are The Pure Of Heart is back on Kindle, and will be available in paperback soon.
Friends are everything. I couldn't have done it.
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.
Praying now my friendReplyDelete
Barbie, thank you so much. Prayers mean the world to me.Delete
Praying as I write my blog.ReplyDelete
My dear Norma, thank you so much for the prayers. As Tennyson said, in "The Passing Of Arthur":Delete
I have lived my life, and that which I have done
May He within himself make pure! but thou,
If thou shouldst never see my face again,
Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer
Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice
Rise like a fountain for me night and day.
For what are men better than sheep or goats
That nourish a blind life within the brain,
If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer
Both for themselves and those who call them friend?
For so the whole round earth is every way
Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Susan...I'll be here. God will not let me leave until we've met in this, His Creation.Delete
Praying now for His miracle!ReplyDelete
Bettie, thank you so very, very much. Prayers are everything.Delete
Andrew, know, please know, that you are already of miracle because even in the midst of this more than difficult journey, you share the love of Jesus and shine His light on the world. Thank you for showing me Jesus, for reflecting Him on this sojourn. Prayers for a miracle....ReplyDelete
I am so honoured! Being able to share Jesus' love, and the joy of the transcendent reaching into this life...it's the greatest privilege one might be accorded.Delete
Lifting you high in prayer to the Lord... and Andrew, you ARE a miracle. And what you have bestowed on us all this time is such a huge gift of Christian love and faith! You are one constant testimony of God's endless miracles!ReplyDelete
Prayers as always from me and Jerry!
Diana, we are so grateful for these grace-filled and loving words...I am privileged beyond anything to be able to share God's love, even in the darkness of cancer and amidst the temptation to despair.Delete
So many thanks, to you and Jerry!