Your Dying Spouse 541 - Walled In, Raised Up

There's something about being constantly short of breath that's awfully claustrophobic.

Your world constricts; the other side of the room is a long way away, and the gate to the street's an expedition.

I usually try to open the gate for Barb when she leaves for work, and to have it open when she comes back. It's one of the few privileges I still have, and I'm not able to do that most days. It's just too long a walk.

But the funny thing is that as the walls close in, and my available square footage decreases, my world grows in height, and I can see God better.

I can see that He's keeping me from the discouragement I would have expected here, and that it's His influence, through the small bright moments that come my way, that keeps me cheerful, and looking forward to tomorrow.

Certainly it's not me; though possessed of a cheerful and upbeat nature, I'm quite well aware that what I'm going through is bad, bad enough to crush any Cheerful Charlie into the ground.

An it threatens that or me; I have my moments.

But those moments don't last. I feel my heart drawn upward, even when I'm sitting on the floor in physical misery, coughing and coughing.

The brightness is still there, all around me, lifting me to the Light.

Music from Josh Groban, with You Raise Me Up.

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.

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