I debated deleting all my honest admissions about the idiot whom I help from time to time. I am only one of many crutches he keeps in the closet and I think I work for God, so if someone comes to me, they must have been sent.
I think I need to identify those sent from the dark side quicker although I always believe they stand another chance to see the light, to which I also believe shines through me via God.
Helping sometimes dims my beacon and I need to be stronger so I may withstand any harsh environment. As I write this, I look out my window to see a winter storm bearing down, blowing frozen bits of moisture furiously towards this white covered ground. They aren't falling, but are being whipped mercilessly, changing directions as the tones who scream through my windowpanes increase and fall in pitch. Snowflakes lucky enough to sail close to my house slow and seem to float with relief as they escape the extreme intensity of this day.
So my house does stand like a shelter for many and in a way I am also protected. Time to recharge and regain my focus. Many good days are heading our way & we all need to be ready.
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