Monday, January 28, 2013

Take Me Home

I think, maybe, God knows when life's put more on our plate than we can work around in one day.  Truth: I am sitting in Biggby in tears because I am too out of it to drive home.  It feels like an overwhelming task.  I wore myself I texted a friend for prayer.  And what I got was a ride home.  (Well, its  coming)  Sometimes, when we can't walk anymore we're carried (or in my case driven) home.  Time for some medication (I waited all day long).  No more tears, tonight.  Faith is the substance of things hoped for, evidence of things not seen.

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