I am weak with anticipation of the upcoming trip home to Seattle, and on to Ohio for the Truth For Life weekend. And yet, I have misgivings. Will I be given a bath before I go–I haven’t bathed since Israel, and that was 2007.Will I be stuffed in a sack and left somewhere to ponder my fate while The Others go to the conference? Will I have a place at the table?
I am hopeful, but not unwise. I have been disappointed before.
More later, I hear her coming.
NOTE: I found a copy of “Little Ida’s Flowers,” a story by Hans Christian Anderson, here. It *does* remind one of me, yes? http://hca.gilead.org.il/li_ida_f.html