I am still laid up with the ankles. Today I stood for about ten minutes straight and three hours later still haven’t gotten the swelling down. My house is dirty, dishes are dirty, and I’m really tired of eating cold pizza and fruit.
I was texting my friend Chad, who is an organist, to whine.
He texted back “I understand”, then explaining that he’d call me later “I am about to play a funeral for an 8-year-old.”
Wham.
God has been good to me.