It's been extremely rough...seems like one unsettling incident after another...my knuckles are bruised and bleeding, metaphorically speaking.
Can't seem to get enough chores done or enough restful sleep. Always tired. Low energy. Pondering the cobwebs and why they blow without foreseeable wind, yet the dirt speck dares not move. The night brings peace and the agony of knowing night is not forever, it will break into dawn. The taskmaster rises with the sun.
I pray for inner peace and the strength to manage these mountains. Rest, rest, okay
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