I feel like a free man. I make choices. Some are made for me. I am limited to what is offered. I would like to make infallible decisions but that choice has not been given to us.
As I approach that bed in the Old Folks Home there is a much greater awareness of being a victim. I will lay there powerless waiting... The desire to move will fade away. All desires will fade.
I've been graced with this blog for almost two years. Consider how little I have written and published with it. My life has been active. This blog is not indicative of my participation in worldly (and certainly not spiritual) affairs. Yet, I wish that I had shared with you more.
This is an offering of something very beautiful...
Pray for me as I pray for you,