Faver's up, pain's up, and I'm throwing up.
Cancer's a bummer, yeah? Really sucks.
Except that it really doesn't, because it's taught me so much, and filled my life with such grace.
It's not the grace of God wrapping me in His Arms, and holding me close while I weep.
It's the grace of holding others while they weep, the grace of honouring and encouraging effort, the grace of not being here, but being there for someone else.
Someone once said that where two are more are gathered in His Name, He'll be there.
You've got to the one of them.
You've got to show your heart, in everything you do.
In every word you speak, reflect His Compassion.
Let everything you build, from a child's Christmas toy to a birdhouse to a barn to an aeroplane be His Altar.
And let every word you write be part of the love letter to God that is your life.
Music from Tommy James and the Shondells, with Draggin' The Line.
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.