Lives go on; Barbra and my friends are moving forward, and I'm here, locked into a maze of pain and nausea.
Alone, but not lonely.
For one thing, I have the dogs. A lot of dogs. They get it; they now that if I'm not up to a romp-and-play session, it's the right thing for them to cuddle in my lap, and lean on my back.
And then there's God.
I don't now how to explain His presence; it's something felt, and not observed. His Presence doesn't come from reading Scripture.
Maybe it comes from His example.
I am on my own Via Dolorosa. When Jesus took that last long walk, a friend He had never seen before helped him.
Simon the Cyrene.
Jesus is my Simon.
I don't have to bear my Cross' weight by myself. He's helping shoulder the burden, so that I can make it through to the end.
We're almost there.
And there will be glory.
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.