His Love.

My arms are still shaky from lugging the box home.
From the bus stop at SAFRA to anchorpoint, I stopped a grand total of 7 times.
While I was resting next to the entrance of anchorpoint, this very nice gentleman offered to help me carry my box home.
THANK GOD for that!
Else I won't be writing for awhile.
Even soaping myself was a challenge - my arms felt like lead, like dead limbs with no feelings.

There's too much happening these days.
I don't know where to start untangling my thoughts from first.
All I know, is that I am very much loved.
And I wouldn't be at all if not for the grace that redeemed me.
That really puts things in perspective.
I need to remember it's not what I do.
It's who I am and Who I belong to.