I’ve been gathering examples of resilience — people rising from languishing to new confidence and energy. One would think this would fortify me, and it has. But then my iPod conked out at the gym. One trivial setback, and I hardly had the energy to continue. On the other hand, neither did I have the energy to leave. So, I smiled at my feeble self, and kept going. One reward (?) was a song on the communal sound system that went something like this: “I see your lipstick / Whoop! / I want to kiss it / Whoop!”
The clock crept along. Finally reaching “good enough” on the workout meter, I departed. The gym, not my life. Trudging out to my car, I beheld a miracle from heaven, parked beside me.

I texted the image to certain ones in my circle of care. Merriment ensued.
Which brings to mind a quote from St. Paul, a resilient fellow if ever there was one: “May Jesus himself and God our Father, who reached out in love and surprised you with gifts of unending help and confidence, put a fresh heart in you, invigorate your work, enliven your speech.”
Amen!
Phoebe!!
What a Treat to receive your blog again!!
The Lord has been developing ‘resilience’ in me in recent years. Can share that with you some time. Have a Blessed day! 💜💙💜
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Thanks, Pam. So good to hear from you. For some months I was having trouble posting – not for lack of anything to say, but difficulties working with the website. So I gave up. But January came, and I decided to give it another whirl. Your blessing is all the more reason to keep posting!
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Ah, red wings! Victory! Travel on and smooth sailing!
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