But move I had to, because any position I assumed was intolerable after a few minutes.
Besides, I had to get to the dunny. Several times.
And I am not dismayed; when I was able to force myself to keep on my feet, I picked up the tools to create a temporal future I will likely not see.
It isn't about achievement. It isn't about accomplishment.
It's about process.
The road is the reward, and the journey is the destination.
And yes, sometimes the journey can break your heart. It did mine, on Labour Day.
Can pain be the reward? Can sorrow be the destination?
There's Someone we can ask, who took the pain for our sins and the sorrow for our salvation.
I think He'd say, "Yes."
I think He'd say, "I did it for Love."
The road we're on leads to a Place, and you can walk with a Person who will mend the most shattered heart, if you'll let Him.
RIP Yoda, the sweetest Pit who ever lived and the mirror of my heart.
I'll see you soon.
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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.
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