Barb recently said she wished the cancer would go away.
Yes, but there are blessings in the situation, some unseen, and I would not want the good things to go away.
It's hard, both physically, and walking the tightrope over the pit of despair, but...
I raise my eyes unto the hills
whence myriad blessings flow.
All of this is as God wills,
and by His will I go
down these roads of blood and pain,
dread sessions in the dunny
(where for hours I remain...
OK, that's kind of funny),
but through it all He lifts me up
and holds me to His golden heart,
gives blood-wine communion cup,
and with this He makes me part
of the timeless victory
He won for me at Calvary.
The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is PURSUE.
Auto-spell tried to convince me it was PURDUE...
I did not pursue admittance
to the college of Purdue,
and the regents said Good Riddance
and they thought that they were through
with that threat that I presented
to their staid and quiet life,
but then the hand of God was entered,
and I got an Indiana wife,
and therefore I was forced to choose
a place of higher education
where I could become the news,
a pub-wrecking thuggish sensation,
but the faculty could take their ease
when I blew my SATs.
Yeah, well, five minutes, what are you gonna do?
Ice cream, says Syl. Don't forget the ice cream.
