Risen Every Day

 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.