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Wings of hope

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My style of pink-themed shirt changes daily, but the weariness and new crop of gray wisps framing my face seem to be permanent.  I cannot cast off the fatigue nor successfully color those fine strands no matter what I try.  I suppose it’s just as well the exterior matches the interior; I feel positively ancient, mentally and physically…

At least we are into the month of July, though not without new scars from the month left behind.  I see them in the shape of Beth’s renewed stomach pain, Grace’s increasingly frequent headaches, John’s relentless ire, my longing to withdraw from life…

Beth lost her part-time job at the office, so she has additional financial pressure to cope with.  In the current economic environment, it’s no surprise.  Since she still lives at home, it’s not as bad as it could be, though her wounded pride makes it hard for her to view the glass half-full…  I’m struggling with it too, but the empty desk reminds me its work, a paycheck, and we’re fortunate. 

Tracing the root of Grace’s headaches is pretty complicated…  There are so many variables to consider: her sleep schedule, diet, hormones, stress, allergies…basically the world and everything in it.  I’m fairly certain the recent accident which claimed the life of her friend’s new friend factors as part of it too.  The doctor recommended an herbal supplement which may provide some relief, at least until her headache journal reveals something?  I hope it works because it was expensive, but if it helps diminish her pain at all, it’s worth it.

John’s angry attitude is much less difficult to sort out.  He’s mad at God.  He flat out told me to leave him alone about it; this is between him and the Lord…  The scene from Forrest Gump comes to mind, Lieutenant Dan on the shrimp boat versus Hurricane Camille; will it take something that extreme for him to find peace?  He doesn’t want to talk, to be comforted, or heaven forbid, pitied.  I get it...sometimes words simply aren’t enough…

But the newly hatched baby cardinals are…  The nest is in the Japanese maple right outside our sunroom door.  Amazing…  Timely evidence of His care and His grace, in the form of two more nestlings, born right before our eyes, wee bundles of hope with wings…

Wishing you many blessings and always, hope…tg

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