9:30am...alone...quiet...coffee...bagel with cream cheese...the rhythm of life keeping time all around me -- at least I assume so; I can't see or hear much of it from here.
Today, I woke up feeling twinges of compassion that branch out in many directions. If I were to try to illustrate them, my drawing would resemble a road map. There would be 'Interstates' of prayer in the direction of those who are fearfully facing a life-threatening time to their physical bodies. There would be soft wooded paths with shimmering sunlight to lovingly guide precious ones who have encountered the darkness of depression that only those who have 'been there' can fully understand. There would be highways to healing, trails toward peace of mind, and bridges to symbolize the crossing from one to the other. My road map would be unique in that all the crooked journey lines would share a common destination -- love of God and submission that makes room for thankfulness, always, and when we think we've been given more than we can handle, faith in God's promise to help us handle what we are given.
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