Sojourners sweet, the week was a tough march up hill Here.

Those of you who know me best realize that when I run, I love the hills most. The push of challenge to climb is a passion of mine, so much so in fact, the lack of mountains and hills Here, that were There everywhere rubbed like a painful blister in our move Here.

Those early runs on constant, anesthetic flats numbed my mind dull until I met an exercise partner who scales her own mountainous workouts for us to hike together.

After the last several days, however,  I can assure you I don’t need a certified, personal trainer or mountain to find a steep ascent Here.

I am happy to spare you all the gritty details, but suffice it to say that being at Urgent Care having to register with the in-take nurse that I have a rash over 60% of my body, including my bottom, was NOT the low point. I am one big itch, walking around scratching, pulling at my the elastic of my underwear like a grown-up baby with diaper rash.

Again, this was NOT the nadir experience of the week.
That can be treated with steroids and followed
with allergy testing to determine what caused
my systemic, allergic reaction.

(Though I will tell you, just like on TV medical shows, doctors really don’t show up to the Urgent Care exam room really excited to treat a woman with a rash all over her thighs, back and bum. It didn’t long into the visit for his another-STI-grimace to shift to empathy as he quickly ascertained that obviously wasn’t my issue and that my discomfort was intense, but his expectation impression of me on his smug mug framed a humbling mirror.)

Because I let somebody I love down this week.

Big time.

So I spent some more time on my face this morning.
No, not because I can not sit,
but because I needed to pray.

He picked me up
as He always does,
my Brother,
Lamb of God.

I offer you these affirmations He made certain that I know today:

1. The view from Berber carpet really does look astonishingly similar Here and There.

2. When I put my face down, I trust Him to tenderly lift my chin back Up.

3. When I trust Him to tenderly lift my chin back Up, He shows up.

4. Again and again and again, The King of Glory shows up for me.

5. God Winks leave no mascara tracks.

6. Hurt people hurt people.

7. Hosanna in the Highest heals individuals and generations.

8. God handpicked a friend for me to walk with Here.

9. My There friends remain vital and intact.

10. Psalm 20

For the director of music. A psalm of David.
 May the LORD answer you when you are in distress;
may the name of the God of Jacob protect you.
2May he send you help from the sanctuary
and grant you support from Zion.
3May he remember all your sacrifices
and accept your burnt offerings.[b]
 May he give you the desire of your heart
and make all your plans succeed.
May we shout for joy over your victory
and lift up our banners in the name of our God.

May the LORD grant all your requests.

Now this I know:

The LORD gives victory to his anointed.
He answers him from his heavenly sanctuary
with the victorious power of his right hand.
 Some trust in chariots and some in horses,
but we trust in the name of the LORD our God.
They are brought to their knees and fall,
but we rise up and stand firm.
LORD, give victory to the king!
Answer us when we call!

11.He heals my heart and makes it clean;
He opens up my eyes to the things unseen;
He shows me how to love like He has loved me.

We can trust Him.

Thank you, my shiny Jesus.

And Sojourners, thank you for your presence, prayers and messages.

The Body is ever-present Help in times of Thanksgiving Harvest and fallow fields.

Hallelujah!

Well I heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
But you don’t really care for music, do ya?
Well it goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Hallelujah!