I am not usually this quiet.
Really.
In a different time and frame of mind, I might have stood among the passionate 3000 to lend my voice and vote to the AWARE old guards at the Exco meeting last Sat.
Just a few weeks ago, I would have a lot more to say and comment about the porky condition that has gripped the world.
And in a more reckless mood, I would have cheered at the rare show of bullish spikes in the stock markets.
While the tumultuous waves of this global system sweep us all in its passionate embrace, drowning some with its stranglehold, I am just grateful for the little bubbles of blessings that come my way.
Little pockets of air that give me just enough to get by till the next ball of air comes along.
It is easy to forget the little things that give real meaning to our lives when there are so many bigger, more powerful agendas out there waiting for us to fight and glorify.
I thank Him for the gift of life and for Fubby's journey to recovery.
Fubby's count was 7.2 this morning.
