If this is not a place where tears are understood, Then where shall I go to cry? And if this is not a place where my spirit can take wings, Then where shall I go to fly? I don't need another place for trying to impress you With just how good and virtuous I am. I don't need another place for always being on top of things; Everybody knows that it's a sham. I don't need another place for always wearing smiles, Even when it's not the way I feel. I don't need another place to mouth the same old platitudes; Everybody knows that it's not real. So if this is not a place where my questions can be asked, Then where shall I go to seek? And if this is not a place where my heart cry can be heard, Where, tell me where, shall I go to speak? So if this is not a place where tears are understood, Where shall I go, where shall I go to fly? -- Ken Medema
Well -- not quite. Recovery seem to be a winding hilly road.
ReplyDeleteSounds like the roads around Martinsville! Cathy and your family continue to remain on our church's prayer list. Blessings on your family!
ReplyDeleteMark, This is great news! I shared Kathy's story and your family's need for prayer the Sunday following FLAME. You have been in our prayers way down here in Greensboro, NC. We will continue to pray for a quick recovery. This can be such a tiring time of year even for someone at 100%.
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