But I'm tired, still tired, and never seem to have enough time to replenish whatever energy seems constantly drained from me. Perhaps time and rest aren't what I truly need, but I crave them with everything I have. Maybe I fear them, too, somewhere inside. That's when God shows up, and I'm not sure I want to listen to all He might have to say to me, or bear silence.
In any case, now I have moments, a few, and so I write, just a bit, to try to find some ground beneath my feet. That's where they have to be before I can ever find my path, right?
Oh, I wish the world would go away, if only for a day. No questions, no decsions, no expectations, no schedules. If only for a day. Just...stop.