Arriving home, we celebrated having the procedure over with and Tom's being able to eat again by ordering out for Chinese and then watched an afternoon of Netflix movies together while bits of snow and wind blew outside our windows. The cats curled up on our laps for warmth and all felt lovely.
We discussed the kindness of each hospital worker and again, for the thousandth time, how friendly we find most everyone in Western New York.
May the folks in the state where we retire be equally friendly, we mused.
And I do wonder about what life will be like anywhere later on because often I recall these Bible verses where Jesus speaks of the Last Days:
"All these are the beginning of sorrows...
And then shall many be offended, and shall betray one another, and shall hate one another." Matthew 24:8,10
Already I hear some of those rumblings, especially as I watch upset people at Facebook and in volatile message boards and blogs arguing, unfriending and retreating into silent corners. Friends no longer friends, relatives who teach their hearts not to care.
And then last week I read something here recalling a 1995 vision Rick Joyner had (I read it back then), something which has, in 18 years, garnered great speed:
"There is one whose rash words are like sword thrusts, but the tongue of the wise brings healing." ... Proverbs 12:18
"The greatest of these is love...." from 1 Corinthians 13