Friday, October 15, 2010
He's Home
Reunited With Windows
home again
where there are lots of windows
to let in the daylight
and the warm light of God's presence in the our dark corners after dusk
rather than cold fluorescent bulbs.
Bob is home and taking medication. He seems as fine as ever, though we don't know for sure what started this. Thank you for your prayers.
My poetry leaves A LOT to be desired, but right now I have my heart's desire: my husband is well and at home.
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Okay, well is good. We like well. Let's just keep well up, okay?
Praise God for a good report. Glad you're both home and resting. We'll keep praying. Blessings to you, Helen and Bob.
"my husband is well and at home" is poetry to me, Helen. I wish I'd have figured out he was sick but didn't get the other messages, and then couldn't log in, and then, oh well. All is well and that's all that matters. Have a wonderful weekend!
Yea! I'm glad he is home.
I like your poetry..... I actually hate it when they are "perfect" according to definition.
Prayers are still being sent for your hubby (and you). Keep us posted.
That's great, Helen...and I love your poem, very evocative...the mind and memory fills in the blanks :)
Love the poetry and I'm sorry- I didn't know he had been sick. Happy to know he's better and HOME!
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