Tunours in the lungs, like rocks, and I can't breathe around them.
Courage seems a luxury.
Tears seem irrelevant.
But I don't need my own courage; God lends me His.
And there's no room for tears, because there is too much grace and laughter here.
I think there must be some mistake;
dear God, this can't be right!
How on earth did cancer take
my my life, my hope, my light?
It must surely be a glitch,
an error 403,
and there must be a reset switch
operated by my plea.
"No," says God, "this is the plan
with which I'veen trusted you,
for life has made you understand
how to see it through."
I hate to hear what I'd suspected
but I'll do what is expected.
Although I am writing this on a Wednesday, every day is Manic Monday.
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.
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.
Good on ya (((Andrew))) !
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You are a hero, too.
Annie in Texas
((((((Annie!))))))
DeleteThank you so much...and Barb looks more than a little like Xena.
God's courage, I like that. One of those "impossible" possibilities. Praises.
ReplyDeleteMy dear Norma, thank you so very much!
DeleteBoth your writing and your attitude are great, but if I had to choose one for an award your attitude would be the winner.
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