Bad things get worse (the golf-ball-size lump in my navel is now the size of a billiard ball...and it hurts).
New things get bad (the 'necklace' of swollen lymph nodes around my neck is speading)
Old things get scary (is it possible to live without sleep?..'cause the oh-crap-I-can't-breathe-thing is getting BO-RING!).
Some things just get weird (I tried to give myself a haircut).
And today, it rained.
Now this morning comes the rain,
and it is raining hard.
Wrapped in cold I find, there, pain,
and puddles in the yard.
My sandals leave a muddy trail
(no boots, they clog and slide);
dogs look own with lowered tails,
and find dry space to hide.
But I know this too shall pass,
and sunlight brings the grace;
reflected from each blade of grass,
I see God's smiling face.
And come tomorrow's sunny morn,
the world is clean-washed, and reborn.
Music from Christopher Cross, with Ride Like The Wind.
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.