AT TIMES LIKE THESE
It’s hard to make sense of anything. It’s hard to even know what’s up or down anymore. I feel like this last week has been a bad dream. It’s that feeling that you are running around trying to wake up from it, but you can’t find an exit. Things are slowly returning to normal, but my mind and body are exhausted. I cry out to the Lord in anguish and weariness. His peace sustains me amidst all of the insanity.