A Stubborn Covetous Weak Perfectionist Fool.

Despite that, let it be a Fool for You.

To two of my most wonderful friends, one of whom walked with me this night to Ave 2 to have a late-night teh because I was feeling stressed and at my wits end, the other having spent so many hours and so much effort in a bid to fix a sometimes-fuzzy-sometimes-crossed line: Thank you.

Thank you for taking my hand when my eyes were closed, and leading me to the smell of fresh, lush spring-green pasture. Thank you for reassuring me with the fact that sunlight is shining, almost bursting, right outside those closed lids, just past paper-thin stretched skin. Thank you for helping me pick the gritty pebbles out of my left shoe, for remembering the tissue on our breath-taking excursions, for placing my blind groping hand in the hand of One who will lovingly lead me.

And to those who feel squashed in a small dark corner, or tripping over nasty enemy-laid trap-lines, or plain frustrated with the piling responsibilities and claims made on you, don't give up.
Don't give in to the thoughts that lure you into further (hidden) slavery, don't give up on the good that you've initially decided to promote, don't lose hope.

There's a peace that's found even at the bottom of a pit, if only you trust (again) in a Love greater than man's.

A helpful related link that's a reflection of Wednesday's readings:
A Spider's Web