You couldn't imagine a more miserable day than it is here in Ireland today. Grey and colourless, no end of the rain in sight. I can't see the sea beyond the garden as a mist has settled over the lough. My granny always decribed a day like today as 'A Day for a Hanging', a throw back to the days when the sky was said to go dark when there was a hanging. It has stayed with me always, one of the legacies she left me I am least fond of. On top of it all I have some kind of virus I have been trying to treat myself, but this morning I had to give in and make a doctor's appointment. Now I don't know what it is like where you are, but trying to get a doctor's appointment in our small town is almost impossible. After some pleading with the receptionist she agreed to fit me in next Tuesday. So until then my headaches and aching joints will have to be persevered with. The dogs can't get out and a walk with them is out of the question so they look so depressed lying in their baskets. Poor Dudley has to have his dew claws removed tomorrow morning and I feel bad about that. How sad am I!
Then I read Richard Gryll's posting from last night regarding little Anna. I felt so humbled when I realised Richard has to grab some sleep whenever he can, as does Lael and they don't even complain. They don't have any choices - Anna has to be looked after round the clock, 24 hours a day. Yet still he gives praise and thanks for their situation today. I immediately prayed for little Anna, that her swallow would improve and her tubes can be removed. Today is the day that the Lord has made, we shall be glad and rejoice in it. Thank you and God bless to all the Gryll family for their constant encouragement to the rest of us. And who knows - this afternoon the sun may even make an appearance.
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