It's like water torture.
Yep, we hit a bad spell again. Where I feel like the beat up sick guy in the ditch and he's the guy who walks right past without offering to help. He was most certainly NOT the good Samaritan this weekend.
What did he do wrong?
It's what he doesn't do that hurts. That grieves. That kills.
Head held under water...feeling like you're gonna drown. Uh huh, the pressure is awful and you think you're gonna die. Then head up for air. GULP in that air. Breathe it in hard and deep cuz you'll be put back under again.
When? You never know. Just be prepared at all times.
Breathing deeply today. Filling up my lungs, my heart, my soul.
I hate water torture.
God, help me to suffer well. Help me to run this race and hear "well done" at the end.
"To live is Christ. To die is gain."