Depending on God.

The knee hasn't improved, if anything it hurts more. If doing any walking at all, like shopping, I can only last about 15 minutes. It feels like the upper and lower leg bones are grinding on each other. I don't see the surgeon until March 11 and then a decision will be made. This has been going on for a year and half. So I whine, groan and limp. Then a picture of the trapped and hurt in Haiti comes to mind. Count my blessings and believe He is in control. Bob is back in the desert, he arrived safe, but is extremly cold. Keep him and his team lifted. We've had a few beautiful spring like days with sunshine. The air is so fresh, the earth lush with green and life. A couple Humming Birds show up every morning to drink nectuar, they never complain. My cat Jade sits by the window and wishes she could join the feast. So I pray and believe and hope, thankful that my God cares. Many have volunteered to help me, why is it so hard except that love and generousity? Pride, I think. So this humbled person gives up and I'll depend on Him and his-