Running on empty
I have to go to the doctor this morning, so he can find something alarmingly wrong with me, Robbie needs more medical attention, Patty is freaking out from stress…
I might not be able to do my work today. I might not make it back to the blog at all, once I post the morning hymn.
Please pray for us. We need it.
Do what you need to do.
Prayers sent.
Praying for your little family every day. Don’t worry about the blog, just take care of yourselves and keep us informed.
I’m also supposed to be writing a book, these days. Ha, ha.
We understand, and you and your family are more important than anything else. Prayers going up for you.
Thanks, Erlene. All we want is to go back to something like normalcy.
You and Patty and Robbie are always in my prayers. Just relax in the arms of Christ and let Him carry you. “Lay all your cares on Him because He cares for you.”
As for the book — if you’ll pardon a little Noo Yawk (i.e., sardonic) humor — here’s some more Scripture: “Of the making of books there is no end.” 😛
Well, it’s how I justify my presence on the earth. Writers write. They sort of have to.
What they said! Prayers for you all.
Your health and family come first. We are here to help this blog succeed bigtime. Prayers for your doctor to discern correctly your current condition.
He thinks it’s from stress. Well, if I wasn’t running to the vet almost every day, if I saw some sign of our beloved cat getting better… then I wouldn’t have so much stress. This past week has really been a rotter.
It had taken years, to make a two-block long portion of the road next to our canal look like a park. Each day picking up trash. Spending time looking for rocks to form a border along the road. And then, spending hours digging out stones and gravel to arrange them neatly. Digging out trash next to the road, of which literally, the dirt was half trash. Pruning the trees, planting bushes and so forth. Spending two to four hours, day after day for a number of years doing this. Creating soil from leaves and branches, when at one time all was just rocks and gravel.
And then, watching chickens dig up all the soil and mulch that had taken me years to accumulate, disappear almost overnight. And what the chickens didn’t disturb, people would come by and remove. Even so, I still continued attending to my daily duties.
And then I had to stop for over two years. Its heartbreaking, seeing all the hard work and time I put in beautifying the road, now full of weeds and garbage, most of the rocks gone, and what’s left, totally destroyed.
Not to mention, the worse thing, my wife passing away almost three years ago. And a few other horrific events occurring right now, life-changing things, back in the USA, effecting my children and grandchildren. Seeing my son Nathan (my first-born), his life slowly fading away, his once keen mind, almost gone from MS. I don’t know if he will still be here when this year ends.
Speaking from experience, brother, I had to except all of this, it is what it is. “I don’t like it, but I guess things happen that way” (Johnny Cash). I am OK, now, but it took a while. Normal, what is normal? I guess for me, at least for the last three years, normal isn’t good. But then again, the last few years, haven’t all been bad.
Of course, it’s not good right now, but there is tomorrow, and life will go on. Take stock of what you have accomplished, all those books you have written, the blogs, that have helped brighten lives, and informed us of many events going on. It truly is OK, if you have to slow down, and maybe even stop for a short while. We understand. We are praying for you and Patty, and Robby, and what you have been going through. You are not alone.
Mike, thank you very much for that.
“The show must go on” is part of me. So far, I keep writing. If I sense that I’m cranking out trash, I’ll have to stop.
Thank you for your prayers. We need each other’s prayers. That’s part of the mission of this blog.
Even so, it must be exceedingly depressing to see something that you and others worked so hard to create… torn down by lunk-heads.
You’re in my prayers, too.