Today I went to church, as usual. It was a good service and sermon, as usual, about being salt and light.
I sat in the normal place, near some people I've known for awhile.
On the way out, one of them said something to me about not knowing mom had her troubles, and that her grandmother suffers from the disease. She was nearly in tears while telling me to enjoy what time I have left.
The good Lord knew I needed to hear that, to help put my frustration into perspective. I'm grateful for my friend for telling me what was on her heart. This walk is hard. It's long. It's frustrating. But, its the one I am on. It's my job to find the fruits of the spirit along the way, and make sure I am growing them.
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