The waking world will be better, I hope. I need to get things done and I need to pray. I need to pray a lot— not as some last-ditch effort to escape trial, but to spend time really being with the One who is most important to me. To talk with Him about my heart and to delight in His presence, to experience not only His forgiveness, but His unfathomable, unbelievable delight in me.
Wish the things I need to do weren't as pressing, but I'm on a clock. Tick-tock tyranny and ducks to put in a row. It gets easier once I get in the groove; for now, I only feel behind.
He's still good. I know this.