Bucky and I head to Houston. . .
for my 3 month ALS check up. It’s a deeply challenging time for me. Every time I go, I come to the end of myself. The perception of the love of family and friends and the face of my Lord take a back seat (my weakness I know.) The progression and coping changes gets bigger and bigger as we as we near the city. By the time we roll into clinic, the looming shadow is overwhelming.
Every specialist is so positive, helpful and uplifting. We are all there for the same hope: A Cure. No one speaks it, everyone carries it high like a large, invisible, red bouquet of balloons. The balloons nudge and whisper together of what’s to come one day. . .They hover near the ceiling, no room to spare. Full in lift, awaiting release from the confines of the room. Breaking loose into the wide open height of the heavens. Free in the wind to pursue The Son.
I needed some red balloons, so here we go.
The “secular” songs, are totally “scared” in my interpretation 🙂