has come and gone.
It was a moiling day that recurrently required my attentiveness which, as expected, was absent.
Thoughts came and went and were often re-thought because I didn’t remember thinking them the first time.
I wanted to go to my falls and stand in the rain while they sang to me and absorbed my fears, comforted my spirit.
I couldn’t remember how to get there.
I did not know the path I have taken dozens of times
This journey I am on, as none I have taken before, may actually break me past the point of my brokenness.
I’m not afraid, though, for whether I live in the Lord or die in the Lord, I am in the Lord.
My feeling of insanity doesn’t phase Him.
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