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.
Marley, the canine waif from Afghanistan, whom WE helped save, has a Facebook page! Please drop by to see how happy he is today.
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.
Andrew, you amaze me!!! Your mission is not yet fulfilled! He has more for you to do, and this "little" pup showed up at the right doorstep for you to care for him until he could be reunited with his owner...prayers for your pain to ease up; hugs and prayers for you and Barb...
ReplyDeleteBarbara, thank you so much for this. It was, indeed, God sending the little guy. And I am so grateful for the chance to reach out, and not concentrate on my own ills.
Delete"It's not about what you feel; it's about what you do!" No truer words.
ReplyDelete"You're safe, Buddy"... Praying someone is there for my son, like you were for this little guy......... Thanks for the lesson, the wisdom and the hope. Again.
Still praying, Andrew and Barb. Still praying.
Oh, Jane. We are praying for your son, that someone will be his shield against the cold, and will stand so that nothing bad will ever happen again.
DeleteAnd we so appreciate your prayers.
Oh, Andrew.
ReplyDeleteI don't have words.
(((((Andrew & Barbara)))))
Annie in Texas
((((((((((Annie!))))))))))
DeleteYour hugs are your words, and so eloquent and treasured they are!
Thoughts and prayers continue. Just another "dog/god" story.
ReplyDeleteJoe, thank you...I think that God made dogs so that we could know His loyalty, and His unconditional love...and have a chance to return it.
DeleteDear Andrew, praying for God's grace for you during this time of pain and suffering. Hope this beautiful song will encourage you:
ReplyDeletehttps://youtu.be/roQovDZeAWE
Love and prayers for you and Barbara, Kathryn in SC
Kathryn, thank you so much for the song...and most especially, for your prayers.
DeleteThanks for saving that dog and getting him back to the owners. You help people (like us who read your posts) in a lot of ways. I wish I could take away your pain, but you're a hero.
ReplyDeleteJan, thank you so much...I just couldn't do anything but take the little fellow in. Donne was right, in saying ask not for whom the bell tolls.
DeleteWe're all in this together, even dogs. Especially dogs, because they are God's gift of an unconditional love that we can return.
I love my dog. Don't know what I'd do without her.
DeleteI feel the same, Jan. For all of mine.
DeleteAw, the mystery of life. How sweet, and good.
ReplyDeleteHope for better days ahead, the miracle-based kind. I believe the prayers have helped keep you here ... and a lot of determination and guts. Glad you persevere on. Amazing.
My dear Norma...it's mostly prayers. I'm carried, now, on an updraft of love.
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