After a 'perfect storm' weekend of things in my physical state going really wrong, I'm not up to writing much tonight.
There has to be meaning in lie past cancer; when the hopes and dreams fade, and the screams rise in the night, there's got to be something at the core that's worthwhile.
When you're alone facing a destiny that you don't want, there's got to be a rightnes to what's happening, even if you can't see it.
It doesn't have to be strong; maybe it's better that it's flickering, even, because then you have to care for it, understand what nurtures it and what stomps it.
Maybe an unexamined faith isn't worth having.
Music from Guardians Of The Galaxy, Vol. 2. Enjoy!
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.