Still Standing

Today was sort of nuts and evil and holy and stressful and peaceful and scary and uncertain all at the same time. You know those days when you battle somebody or something hard all day long and wonder if it's worth it? I was on deck today. My day in the ring. My time to shine.

It was all work stuff and one great big disagreement that got bigger as the day went. Started yesterday, suspect it won't have enough life to stretch into tomorrow. A slugfest can only last so long, just ask hockey players. I'm done, take me to the penalty box for a while so I can rest.

I don't have to win every battle and I didn't emerge the total victor in this one. But I tossed lots of knuckle sandwiches. Took a few too. Learned some lessons. Found some weaknesses.

You know what I really thought about today while going through this? I thought that this was sort of a joke because it doesn't really matter. I thought about somebody staring a terminal disease in the face, staring death in the face and trying to live life with that sort of battle. I thought about the people in the Healing Room. My afflictions today? Nothing, nothing at all. If I'm really bent out of shape I can quit and get another job. But them? No quitting there, just straight on battle it out until it's done.

That was my day. Tonight I am starting a word study on the word 'healed' and all its roots. Whatever a root is. Gotta preach soon.