Darkness and light.

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Look, I... was suspicious.  Blood sugars, and all.  So, I had a fatted coffee.  Now, something... seemed... wrong?  It doesn't seem like I have low blood sugar.  But... I... had a feeling.  So I waited, and checked again.  And, probably a good thing I did, before just going to bed.  It just read 55!  Oh, I... feel fine.  Seriously.  Strangely.  Crazily.  I feel... good.  But that is too low.

So I'll... cook something.  I won't just let that ride.  But... why so low?  Crazy, truly.  I have meats which should be thawed, but that won't be enough.  I'll look around.  I really don't want to take glucose tabs, or candies.  Gotta do something though.  Oh... definitely have yogurt.  It's plain, but I have fruit packs.  Two 4 ounce packs usually help, but this low?  I'll have that, and some chops... thick cut.  No, that is simply too low.

Oh, and... someone, something, is hounding me.  As to being in grace?  Being this close to death, if I'm not in grace, I can't be.  So, it'll have to be up to God.  Anyway... not sure what is being said, or suggested, or what accusations are being made.  I... just... see patterns.  Amen.

These last two?  Responses.  Well, one is a response.

The other... a request.  Granted.  Should be cautious with requests.

It is not I who wishes this.  Your own kind?  It seems so, if you listen.

Amen... at least, through my intent.  Again I say to you, so be it.