JustFor Today . . . the last straw . . . 11/17/11

 

Dear Holy Friends,   Last night I slipped and fell in the mud. Landed on my pavers on my knees, right knee taking main impact, right achilles tendon stretched, left hamstring pulled, mud all over me. And I wanted to just stay in the mud and cry for a while. You know how it goes, it wasn't really about the mud, it was just that the mud was the last straw to an emotional day. So, this poem today is about 'last straws.'   In His Grip, Chandra   the last straw when the last straw happens what do you do because it's not the straw upsetting you, you sit there in the mud wipe a tear away it's okay to ask what happened to your day, but in the middle of the mud know you're not alone God is in there with you you're not on your own, when the moment is over He'll still be there walking with you through the pain forever in His care. ~Chandra Lynn Smith, 11/17/11~