I had kind of figured I just wouldn’t add anything until I could give myself an attitude adjustment and come back all perky and life-affirming and all.
Or at least until I found something better than “Spirit of power, my foot… no spirit of power here!” to say.
I confess it seems that may not happen soon.
If I was in the “Footprints” poem, there would only be one set of footprints on my beach right now, because I do know that in spite of how crummy (or precisely because of it, rather, ) He is carrying me, and Coop, and The Hub, and our little dog too, right on through this and into a time of prosperity.
I do know that in my heart, and even in my head most of the time. Patience is not my strong suit, but I do know it still.
So I just keep trying to do all I can to not miss opportunities He may be sending me into, and doing my best impersonation of Susan from Miracle on 34th st. “I believe… I believe…. I know it’s silly, but I believe.”