Then every once in a blue moon, just as I'm on the point of giving up, as earlier this week, somebody or something happens; in this case some practical affirmation from a friend that they at least, see me as being on the right path which gives me renewed hope, albeit a tiny sliver, but just enough to help me up and onto the road again.
So on I plod. The other week, I was congratulated on my excellent (for my age) blood pressure reading; the practice nurse remarked that she could tell that I was a walker; it's reflected in my level of physical fitness. Look on the bright side: the current trials must surely be having a similar effect on the spiritual.
Borrowed my own book back from the church Lent library today just so that I could look over this old favourite from Benedictus by the late John O'Donahue. These lines are from For the interim time.
...You are in this time of interimWhere everything seems witheld...
As far as you can, hold your confidence.
Do not allow your confusion to squander
This call which is loosening
Your roots in false ground,
That you might come free
From all you had outgrown.