Sometimes I wish I’d stayed in bed or done things differently but there for the grace of our Creator go I.
Joy comes in different forms…new clients, writing and the expectation of happiness and then someone goes and throws a thunderbolt into the mix…one of my friends is having a bad time, another is moving and I’m at a loss as to how to comfort them at this time for I too am weak but I cast aside my own sadness and weep for them, knowing that whilst I can do naught physically I can at least be there across the seas.
