Got news today that an old friend is in hospice care now. It's just a matter of time. She's been sick for some time and nothing in this world has held her here except for a spirit as strong as steel although she's as fragile-looking as a strand of cobweb. Or perhaps, her spirit is as strong as the cobwebs she looks to be made of because aren't they the strongest of all?
That spirit and love.
And as we all know, love is the strongest thing there is. When it is true, its strength cannot be measured, its power cannot be known except by its example.
I would wish that sort of love for all of us.
That's what I'm thinking about tonight.