At Easter mass, we affirm our baptismal vows, so this morning I rejected Satan and his empty promises and believed in God the father, son and Holy Spirit. Nothing too controversial there ... at least not until I thought about it. Then I opened up a whole can of worms.
How is "Ask and it shall be given" not an empty promise?
I mean I have been asking for ages, and not for toys but for something significant: a cure. And not just for me. My cure would benefit Mom, my sister's family, and yes, me.
But I struggle out of bed these days not just slightly dizzy from my concussion but also with all the bad things FA brings.
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