I want to get out there and hit the pavement and run, run, run. Real pavement. Real concrete sidewalks! A lot of the snow has melted since it has been so warm, and I am so grateful for regular things like dry streets and sidewalks. There are still dirty piles of snow everywhere, but they are melting.
Oh Lord of Mercy, I just heard there is another helicopter down in Bagdhad. I don't know how I can possibly not hear this stuff. I have tried to insulate myself so that I don't have the feelings I have right now. Sheer and utter terror. I will walk through it... Well, maybe I will run through it. (for anyone who doesn't know, my son is in the middle of a deployment to Iraq, where he flies a helicopter.) I am getting lots of practice at letting go and trusting God.
"Step Eleven suggests prayer and meditation. We shouldn't be shy on this matter of prayer. Better men than we are using it constantly. It works, if we have the proper attitude and work at it." -- Alcoholics Anonymous, p. 85-86