Lemonade

It's time for me to take it up a notch. From feeling sorry for myself to making lemonade out of those awful lemons. It was probably last summer I started thinking about making lemonade. Lemonade out of lemons I've been handed for years.

I was talking to a friend last night when we got onto the subject of faith. Faith. I thought I had faith. I've known for awhile that my stock is low but now I'm starting to wonder if I ever had it. Enough of it. At a high enough level. And now it feels like way to much to ask of me. I've done that and believed and it didn't work and my whole world fell apart. I can't do that again. At least not this soon. I don't have the strength to ask for something that's not going to happen. Or possibly will happen, but in its own time, regardless of what I ask for or when I ask for it.

I told you my stock is low.



Lemons in a garden. Crete June 2009