I feel slightly sick as each individual member of the family is ‘blessed’ - this involves at least 3 people chanting and singing about how life will be just peachy if God is given free rein! I am wishing that I was anywhere but here. I really do not need this!
EaZyDs agnostic brother-in-law stands stoically as they tell him how God will look after him if he just asks ...and then it was my turn.
Every pair of eyes turn to look at me. How much do I love being stared at in my detested little wheelchair? The Minister starts bewailing my pain and anguish and the terrible times I have had.
Could any of you have said, ‘yeah, and this is right up there with them!’? Did I want to reveal, or discuss, my suffering in public? No. With legs, I would have walked. I did not have that option.
As the reality of this flooded into my distressed mind, one of the woman in front of me leapt to her feet, screaming, shaking and crying to the Lord at the top of her voice for ’MERCY, MERCY.’ She scattered rows of chairs around me.
Thinking, ‘good grief, how much worse can life get’, I promptly burst into tears. My tightly stretched nerves could take no more. I started praying, ‘was this never going to end?’!!
Finally it did and we left, quickly. EaZyD said, ’he didn’t bless me for as long as he did you.’ I look at him in stunned silence - he was disappointed???!!!
God, what a day I’ve had.
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