WHEN A FRIEND ASKS A SIMPLE QUESTION: "How's it going?"
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None of us need walk alone on our way to the Wedding. Though the Groom awaits, the journey there is anything but smooth.
Got a note this morning. "How's it going?"
He's a friend. A good one. Never "met" him, though. Except electronically, and that was through mutual comrades in the Ransomed Heart Net online-sphere. Then our similar blogs Strategic Fathering. I knew he was my kinda guy when he signed off, "JC Dude". "So," he asked, knowing I'd recently discovered that my once-contained Prostate Cancer had begun to wander,"How's it going?" So, my answer starts out cute, then got more more serious. Reflect on the latter.
No, "fun" isn't a form of denial in this case. It's a field leveler. When the notion of life's finality become reality there are several routes built around attitude.
Here's the one I took. Wonder with me if you'd take the same trail through the forest, the one to the sunny glen or through the dark, if majestic, evergreens. . .
Read more »No, "fun" isn't a form of denial in this case. It's a field leveler. When the notion of life's finality become reality there are several routes built around attitude.
Here's the one I took. Wonder with me if you'd take the same trail through the forest, the one to the sunny glen or through the dark, if majestic, evergreens. . .
Labels: age, Bible, cancer, Christian, death, sovereignty, walking with God, wild at heart
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