NaBla-Po-Ba-Boom something month...and a few scattered thoughts




At the behest of my good friend, Mrs. Bear, I am attempting the write a post a day for the month of November thingy.  I cannot for the life of me deal with the acronym.

Funny how writing works.  I opened the 'create post' window with a couple of silly things in mind, then got interrupted by a phone call from an old friend.  Her father's heart is sick.  And he might need surgery or transplants.  I remember her father very clearly.  He was the youth pastor when I was in high school, a big bear of a man with a heart full of love.  He was the sort of person that could get past the defensive sullenness of a teenager and just love you.  I think it was his love, his huge heart full of love for Jesus, that was a life raft for me in those difficult years before I went to college.  It seems impossible that he could be so ill.  But he is, so I'm holding him and his wife and his daughters, my friends, in my heart, praying for mercy.



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