With Hope There Is Healing

For the first time in what must be five weeks, when I stepped out of bed, my heel didn't object. Yes, it was still all wrapped up, but that hasn't seemed to matter much. Since injuring it, first thing in the morning, limping about was my only mode of operation.

This morning, the phrase -- With Hope There Is Healing -- flashed into my mind. And I then thought of how lucky I am, it's just a heel. It's not cancer. It's not stroke. It's not something wrong with one of my children.

But even so, when faced with the most most horrible of situations:

With hope, there is healing.