I mean, when you can't bend over to tie your shoes without throwing up...
I think it shows how much God trusts me.
I used to think of the Parable of the Talents, that if you do well in smaller things, God will trust you with bigger things...and the implication, to me, was being trusted with stuff like wealth and status and fame and power.
But it may be a lot harder to be entrusted with pain and exhaustion and having the Angel of Death as a permanent dinner guest...while still believing, and keeping a positive attitude.
Let's dance! As long as you can dance, you lack nothing...and lack is the Five Minute Friday writing prompt this week.
I'm dancing on the precipice,
upon the windy ledge,
trusting that my feet won't miss
its vague inconstant edge.
I'm dancing with a joyous heart
some say I can't afford,
but in the dance I play my part;
I'm dancing for the Lord.
I'm dancing for the grace He gave
to be grateful for the pain
that proved His conquest of the grave.
He rose, and will remain.
This is no frantic dance of death;
it's the newborn leap of Living Breath.If you're going out, go out bloody.
As a PS, I wrote this on the morning of Thursday, April 11, 2019...and by afternoon the day had devolved into something so ghastly and frightening, I find that words fail me.
I can see the growing tumours in the mirror.
And, just for you, or maybe for me, a final quatrain:
Tho' the enemy win this roundand in hauteur bids me kneel,
I will in pride fall to the ground
and my teeth shall rend his heel.
Music from Lee Ann Womack, with I Hope You Dance.
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.
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