I did OK (friends checked on me daily), except for a broken and abcesed tooth (needing a DIY root canal)and a tumour that got noticably bigger. Barb, on seeing the latter after she returned, said, "Yuck!"
Things like tumours and abcessed teeth are unpleasant, sure, but if one believes in Christ's promise ("I am the Ressurection and the Life...") then they really don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world.
Finally, I found a place to use that line from Casablanca!
They say it's OK to be sad,
and that it's fine to cry
when things are much worse than bad
beneath a fading sky.
But even through the grim ordeal
of tumours and of blood,
there is indeed a path to heal,
and hope cometh on the flood.
Though my body may be spent,
I look, with shining eyes
unto the hole that He hath rent
from grave, to see the skies.
My failing body, now a-dancing
before my laughing, risen King.
Music from Clemency, with Boys' Choir.
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.
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.