If one more person tells me how blessed I'm going to be at some future date, I think I might cuss. Honest.
Look, I get that people think that what I'm doing is some kind of martyrdom thing. It ain't.
I get that people think that what I'm doing ensures that I'll be blessed for forfeiting various things in favor of caring for my mother but I'm not entirely sure that I agree.
When you add to that (my uncertainty about the truth of these future blessings) the fact that on any given day there's some need that I have that I cannot fill, you'll forgive me if I cuss the next time I hear how blessed I will be either in Heaven or when I'm 102.
Look, I get that people think that what I'm doing is some kind of martyrdom thing. It ain't.
I get that people think that what I'm doing ensures that I'll be blessed for forfeiting various things in favor of caring for my mother but I'm not entirely sure that I agree.
When you add to that (my uncertainty about the truth of these future blessings) the fact that on any given day there's some need that I have that I cannot fill, you'll forgive me if I cuss the next time I hear how blessed I will be either in Heaven or when I'm 102.
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