The Blessing-Day

So it's been quite a week, with the new Chihuahuas as a very bright light. It really hurts too much to walk (and breathe!), but it's worth it to see those mad little clowns integrate themselves into a position of power.

An example... they ganged up on Labby this morning. Now, he's an immense black Lab, totally friendly but a bit forceful in his greetings. 

Labby apparently stepped on one of Cocoa's paws, which led the little guy to go "BEEP!", and Latte roared to the rescue, barking and snapping into Labby's face, quickly joined by Cocoa.

Three hours later, Labby's still traumatized, crawling up to the boys on his belly, asking forgiveness.

They brighten the days. The cancer thing is pretty bad.

 The things they do not tell you,

the things you do not see

for you'd not believe them true

for your destiny.

The blazing pain of morning;

so hard to pull on socks!

The sad old midnight yearning

for idle pillow-talks.

Yes, by cancer life is ruled

in its calculating way,

but no longer will my heart be fooled,

for 'tis a blessing-day

when the Christ who died at Calvary

is by my side, to walk with me.

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is HEAVY. 

These days are quite a burden

of heaviness and sorrow,

and most good folk are certain

it will be worse tomorrow.

That's life when Creation's fallen

and the devil takes the wheel,

but you can still hear Jesus calling,

when you turn to what is real.

Don't look away from all the pain;

do your bit and play your part,

but don't in weightiness remain,

for you can keep a merry heart

when you look to God above

and know that He's eternal Love.

Four minutes!

Music from Joe Jackson, with Is She Really Going Out With Him?

Sylvia's ideal date is with an ice-cream cone.