And the pain, in chest and pancreas, running on intolerable. I weep, from the severity. And from fear, of how bad it can still get.
Last night the fever went over 103, and I was puking, and then...
...and then, a lost and hungry young dog turned up on the doorstep.
I think this is God's way of saying, "It's not about how you feel. It's about what you do."
The rather large pup is safe and happy right now. Hopefully he's just lost, and we can find his owners, but if not, well. (A PS - his owners came for him, happy to find him safe!)
"You're safe, buddy."
Taking care of the least of these, and if you want to know why I go on, well, now you do.
Music from Steve Winwood, with Back In The High Life. Because, fever or not, pukin' or not, I am.
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.
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.