Your Dying Spouse 598 - The Grace He Brings

I suppose it's inevitable, that you finally come to a place where your strength can't carry you any more, where all of the motivational tricks fall flat, and where even will becomes a very slender reed.

And that is where you find youself standing on bedrock.

There is no place of refuge,

there is nowhere to run;

no shelter from the deluge,

no shade against the sun.

You cannot call for mercy

from demons' ripping claws

and when strength deserts thee

there shall be no pause.

The days are never-ending,

the nights are longer still,

no point in now pretending

that former steadfast will.

Here at the end of things

hearts open for the Grace He brings.

Music from Manafest, with Every Time You Run.

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.