Counting My Blessings

Thought all of this drama with my eyes and my sight I have been struggling to keep fear at bay. Most of the time it's felt like I've managed to keep the roaring lion at arms length (but of course that means the downside of smelly lion breath and spittle all over my face, and score marks over my arms from his claws) on my own but there have been times I have felt my stomach knot up into an Indian rubber ball and I haven't had the strength to pray, or to worship, or to place my trust in Christ. In that time however, when the fear has been at its worst, and my own strength has been at its lowest, I marvel at how other believers have been placed in my path and I've been carried in their prayers. I don't think I can put how grateful I am for that into words. But here's a try.

Thank you.