I recently re-found this draft from September and had to post:
As much as I've been trying to deny it, this summer has been a dry spell. It sounds funny talking about a dry spell in when my neighborhood is under a foot of water from 4 days of Tropical Storm Lee. But maybe there's something to that: a fish not breathing when he's in the middle of the water is pretty silly.
I was on the treadmill tonight listening to sermons. They were about a year apart, picked totally at random, and yet managed to overlap on theme and verses.
I am more than a person who had to have heart surgery because her disease ate her aorta. I am more than my disease. But I am only these with God. I am just my disease without Him.