As long as we draw breath, our story continues. We may not always understand the whys and hows, but God holds us in the very palm of His Mighty Hand. I have written this a thousand times over.
So I am preaching to the choir.
I'm writing this now from the hospital bed on which I lay. Fourth stay since February. I admit that these past months have been quite gloomy. My usual optimistic smile is hard to find some days, with a possible outcome not in my favor.
However, my door of opportunities is wide open. I marvel at the compassionate hands that are an encouraging lifeline. My prayer is that I return in kind.
