Pillars of Salat

I can feel the people around me relying on me to be a pillar of strength.  I accept the task and do not take it lightly.  God is caring for me so I can care for others.  I know I do not need to be more than what I am able.  Problem is, I am one to test limits, especially my own.  I know that with Him all things are possible.  If I am meant to be a pillar of strength, God will make it possible.  I just need to keep coming to Him.    


Right now, though, in this minute, I feel like a pillar of moldy mashed potatoes.  


If He can turn water into wine, surely He can give me strength to get through another day.  


God is good.  

Constant lies

I have been wanting to write for some time.  I never seem to have enough energy left to do it.  I do not have energy now, but I don't know what else to do.  I am sitting in the hospital room of my uncle...ahhh room 306.  I shall remember this room forever, I think.


He is restless tonight.  Lord, give him peace.  Let him sleep.  I watch him sleep and it frightens me and calms me.  I can't tell if I am scared, worried, detached, or worse.....I might have too much of an understanding of what exactly is taking place.  I recognize that in this bed lies the one constant male figure in my life. 


I am too tired to continue writing.  I can't sleep, but I can't really do anything else either.  So, I sit.