Saturday, June 26, 2010
I feel like I have been stranded on a deserted island and have little with me but a pad of paper and a pen. I have little energy to record an account of my days on my pad of paper because each day is just filled staying very busy keeping alive. I have just enough energy to make a tally mark for each day on the island to remind myself of how much time has passed since I have survived. I have confidence that I will be rescued....and that someone else will see my journal. They will find encouragement in the story of my struggles. I don't feel desperate or alone on this island. I don't even feel thirsty ( I think the Coca Cola company must own this island because somehow, I think I have diet coke..) but just a feeling of that I am hanging on with nothing left to give at the end of each day...because I have given it all.
We are still having a good summer...a joyful one...even as I can not even imagine how I will survive the shipwreck sometimes...I have hope in the fact that my Rescuer is coming..He is coming.
at 2:22 PM