I was going to delete last night's post, but I have decided to leave it as an altar of sorts. In case, I should pass this way again.
Upon waking up, I was stiff and still sore. Eyes a bit blurried and burning. My cross was still there, waiting to be picked up and carried. But the morning light did illuminate a narrow, winding foot path. And so I am walking on. I don't know the destination but I trust Him who leads the way.