It’s 3am. I think I must have taken the steroids far too late in the day and they have ‘wired’ me. Never been wired by meds before fortunately! Knowing there were things to do, to sort out before treatment starts, I decided to get up and begin a task.
Counting sheep doesn’t work for me, so here I am counting mission money before I resign as treasurer. Piles of copper certainly occupy a space in the brain. I am ashamed to admit that, though I’ve been gladly doing this for 30+ years, I’m not sure I’ve remembered often enough about the poor throughout the world.
Too busy with living, I haven’t considered deeply enough the plight of millions and their daily struggles. I’ve taken too much for granted.
We in our world have an abundance which we’re not always willing to share. I hope that my children and grandchildren consider the lot of others and continue to treat others with generous and loving hearts. They are good people! I know they will.
“To give and not to count the cost”.
Pauline
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Pauline , we are thinking about you all and praying for you. God bless. Anne and Michael.xx
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