“They say no pain no gain
I say roses are worth the rain!”
Or so the song went that I wrote back then
When “recovery” seemed like something I could attain.
Decades later I realized the wisdom of Robert Hasting’s Station
A place where you reach your goal, Nirvana, the prize, all you’ve been awaitin.’
Too bad life is often not like that: the good, the bad, the ugly all take their turn
You never really know what you are going to get when your head lifts from the pillow at dawn.
And so goes my new treatment when things have gotten worse before getting better,
How is this even possible when it appeared the Lord orchestrated these steps to the letter.
Now faith means holding on to that which is unseen for the promise of my Lord’s Day
When the suffering will end, be redeemed for glory whether it comes soon or some other way.
I borrowed my beloved’s belief tonight when mine was just too shaken to go on any more–
With love in his eyes, his heart he prayed for healing and more once again like so many times before.
We know our Lord hears us and that we have His will, His heart within our own
I just pray I can hang on this weary road that seems to have gone on just too long.
[Please send chocolate . . . pure unsweetened cocoa butter works best right now. JJ]
My hope this night is the promise of my Lord and Savior that, “He will wipe every tear from (our) eyes. There will be no more death’ or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.” Revelation 21:4 Somehow, someway, I am going to make it, Gentle Reader!