I have a friend, sort of, who thinks more highly of the self than he ought to think. Sometimes I think his first name is Donald.
Another tact that I’m smitten with. People who never live up to their minimum, people who have more money than brains or humility or caring. People for whom it’s apt: “There’s less there than meets the eye.”
It’s now Saturday afternoon, March 24, the day before Palm Sunday, the day when people fete Jesus in the parade, saying, “Alleluia!” The surface is to praise Him. The deeper is to ask for His help, “Jesus, please save me!”
We know what happens in less than a week. We know.
And, honestly, many if not most of us fasten more on Good Friday than any other day, when we feel “nailed and cursed and pushed lower and lower so we have to reach up to touch bottom.”
Then, moments ago I saw this UTUBE—think that’s what it’s called. Emotionally it is such an upper, reminded me of my new friend, Jessica Cox, who lives in Tucson, who flies an airplane, is a Black Belt and drives her own car, even plays the piano…without arms.
Earlier today—a quick side-note—finished the final edit of the new novel, “Living Without Arms,” and couldn’t help but quote Jessica, “Never say ‘I can’t’, and know that you don’t need arms to uplift people.”
In my novel the last chapter introduces Nathan and Tricia’s new child, who kicks like mad but is unable to hug. They know that, but THEY can HUG and the future….it’s coming.
This UTUBE brings so much inspiration…from a young man who was never chosen for the neighborhood pick-up basketball game…then…well, look at this…it brings so much hope…so much. Maybe to you also. Please.