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.
Faith.
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.
Marley, the canine waif from Afghanistan, whom WE helped save, has a Facebook page! Please drop by to see how happy he is today.
Yes, yes. Sometimes faith is worth examining, parsing, exploring. And sometimes it's simply a gift we wrap around ourselves, a grace of God's love that keeps us safe and warm in the night's storminess.
ReplyDeletePraying for you even as I tap away, friend ...
Linda, you explained this perfectly...thank you so much! I as trying to reach for this, and you completed what I simply couldn't.
DeleteAnd thank you so much for the prayers, my friend.
((((Andrew and Barbara))))
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((((((Annie!))))))
DeleteHugs from both of us.