Woke up this morning with an ability to see and appreciate the sunrise. Last 2 days that was an impossibility. BUT “weeping may endure through the night, but joy comes in the morning!” (Ps. 30:5) Still a little shaky from the ordeal, but new resolve is already stirring in my blood! Ed and Roo (and many of you) were my iron lung of hope through that darkness. Loving me even when I was at my lowest. (Heck, couldn’t even muster up the umpf to put any makeup on, or crimp my Afro into curls… and THAT’S a scary sight! Could have been arrested for indecent exposure!) Even now my body feels like a limp rag, but at least it is not hurting, God! Limpy, gimpy I come to You in my weakness, collapsing in Your Everlasting Arms. Usually that’s an intentional choice I have to make, but today it is a necessity. I guess we all need to get to that point sometimes just to feel the full support of Your “thereness” for us. Papa’s arms are the best!