Sheila's Dribs 'n Drabs

We were needy when our basement flooded; wet, on our knees, packing boxes of washed-out memories into the trash. We were loved when friends from church and community gathered to help us out. But now I hurt. Is it wrong to mourn lost memories... lost stuff... the stuff of my dreams... when I know so many others have lost so much more?

Our pastor's take on the Beatitudes: Grace for the needy; kneel down and receive. Love for our service; stand up to give mercy and peace. Then hope for the hurting, for falling, then back to our knees. He calls it Christian aerobics.