Battening Down & Digging In
There's plenty of food in my cupboards, lots of books to read, and even satellite tv to watch (probably some of those sentimental movies on the "Hallmark" network, although I also did videotape "It's a Wonderful Life" while I was out and about last night and I'm looking forward to renewing my acquaintance with Jimmy Stewart and Donna Reed).
As I sit here and compose this missive, I have been thinking about my birthday next month and how I was diagnosed to die almost 30 years ago (and a goodly number of other times, both before and thereafter).
The marvelous work and a wonder of the power of my Patriarchal Blessing (in 1969) and numerous blessings since then, administered by humble fellow Priesthood brethren, continues to be a supernal mystery to me.
Anyone who knows me can vigorously attest that there are many much more worthy of all in which I have been blessed (which blessings are far more profound than the extension of my life here and now).
Even though my Patriarchal Blessing spells out some broad outlines of why I still linger here, the yet to be understood and applied details of those particulars still befuddle me.
And so life continues to go on, one small step at a time, as I continue seek to find my way, but ever grateful to God for all He has and continues to provide for me.
(1 Corinthians 13:12)