Cynthia, you say that in the natural world this has been your worst
week, and you're trying to stay in the spirit, where it is NOT your
worst week.  You wonder if others are in their worst weeks, too.

I don't know if this is my worst week--don't think so--but it certainly
is the week I finally realized that there is no hope for anything in
the world, other than getting my "daily bread" for a little while
longer.  Father God has made it abundantly clear to me that in less
than a year we will have no home.   Every day both my husband and I
have pain most of the day and night.

I am giving up on medical tests which might provide knowledge of how to
live longer.  It now seems irrelevant.  I am crying, not because we
will die, but because no one in our "world" cares, and because my
husband did not see this coming.  He is not senile, but he trusted
people too much.  He is a good soul and does trust God--that is a
blessing.

I pray for you, Cynthia, having your worst week, that Father will take
you out of here soon.  And for all of the Doves, many of whom have bad
weeks often, I pray the same.
 

Mariel