Living with a wounded bird ... not dead, but in need of a miracle which only Jesus can provide!

Myself with sweet, wounded Richard ...

Only a peek at the recent postings on Sweetheart's blog says it all. I have my faults and, at times, the ego between my ears grows to the size of a watermelon. But, I think I know severe sickness when I see it. No, I can't really judge another person to be an alcoholic--being a recovered (I hope and pray daily) one myself.

But Richard's wounds--whether self-inflicted or externally applied--are obvious to all who know him.

Continue to pray for him. I truly believe I see a twinge of life in his seemingly dead spirit. Nothing is beyond the capabilities of Our Father, His Son and the Holy Spirit.

In the name of Jesus Christ who died for us all ...