When the wind gets knocked out of us….we know it will take a little time for all the physical systems to come back on-line. This is a tough row to hoe. My hand is to the plow….
….as I prepare to break the sod, I don’t know what seeds to plant, where to plant them….or even, how many. But the first thing to do is, break ground.
Today, I got some hope (which is great)….I also got a ticket for speeding in my own town. REALLY?
I am physically tired and beat. The insomnia is taking the Love-Set-Match.
Tanner is ready to be tested soon. I admire his attitude.
Somehow all these seemingly broken pieces of life are supposed to fit together…..like the instruments of the orchestra and give us a song of joy to sing. May it be so.
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