A gift of waiting part 2

  The days of waiting continue.   The burdens for those I love grow heavier. The withdrawal from the Prednisone grows harder to bear in my body. And the cry for "Mercy, Lord Jesus!" echoes in my heart today with these simple words.     Thick rustles cover song almost breathing but tendril was sweet … Continue reading A gift of waiting part 2

A Gift of Waiting

    Her name was Patricia, and with the sweetest Ukranian accent, she answered my simple question about her cute little dog. The day was cold with a hint of the Christmas Season upon us, so I wished her a Merry Christmas then. It was her honest and sad answer that stopped me in my … Continue reading A Gift of Waiting