Accepting Grace

OK, so that's about 200 lbs of Dog that has just shredded my bed. Belle and Henry clearly work as a team in areas beyond CPR.

Barb says, with justification, that I accept help and comfort from dogs far more readily than from her.

She's right, and it's wrong, and I need to do better.

 You may sometime meet a day

when you can't do it alone;

no matter what your pride might say,

you, kneeling, will atone

for keeping others at arm's length,

refusing aid with scowl or smile.

When you find the end of strength,

then let it go in style,

and reach out with and open hand,

and, vitally, an open heart,

with prayer that you may understand

the need to do your part,

to let another have a place

at the table of an offered grace.

The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is GENEROUS. Will you be generous in the time I take? This is hard.

The world threw me beneath the bus

when it learned that I had cancer,

but God, it seems, is generous,

and has supplied an answer.

Mostly we don't know the why,

we just live in the what,

but since I'm really gonna die,

God stirred the cooking-pot

and let me know just what had come

to the top of the life-stew,

that I'd be forever young,

and said what I had to do,

was witness love with tears and laughter

for all those who would follow after.

A bit over five minutes. Ah, well.

Music from NeedToBreathe, with Keep Your Eyes Open.

 Sylvia will always accept grace, especially in the form of ice cream.