While you're pretty much lassoed to your fancy bed,
I'm every night of every day like this fella -- --
tethered by a 22' line to the cycler...already am "hitched up," havin' to finish up the program early in the morning to go to Aiken.
At least the line is long enough so I can reach the computer room to see if there any updates on or from you. Whether there's one or not, probably there are none of us who are not lifting you up to The Almighty, TC -- least of all me.
Figure four years ago, He stuck us together with a kinda Holy Super Glue - lol - through common memories and ideals and outlook, and the Marine Corps bond that gets us through, right after belief in Him...:))
However many lassoes and hobbles and spurs and other 'challenges' come our way, we just listen to His cadence call and keep on marching --
a Marine always reaches his objective, and we know how to do that...
try hard, and then try harder.
Hold on to my hand; and I'll hold yours...
{{{ Hugs }}}
~ LadyX
Hey Little Sistah! We're both back. Whew, I'm pooped. Had Miss Em today, and do you know that child is getting heavy. I find that lugging her around wears me out. We got her a little red plastic car for her B'day and she loves being pushed around the patio in that. So I pushed. Had prayer meeting tonight, and as usual T.C. is on our list. That boy has more people praying for him than Carter has liver pills. How can he not get well?