December 12

Oh, what a day. End of the week and all the joy of the morning evaporated as the day went on. I hate when that happens. So tired. Weary. discouraged. It came on like a flood. So this afternoon I peeled off my work suit and gladly donned my 'It Is Well With My Soul' tee. It was my weak attempt at challenging my soul's lament.

It's a battle keeping the gremlins at bay. Today was not a day to fight. Perhaps sleep will restore the fight.

December 6

Long week. "The weary soul rejoices."

I'm not there yet.

What precedes that carol phrase..."The thrill of hope."

I'm not there yet.

But I suspect knowing the thrill of hope influences the ability for the weary soul to rejoice. So hope it is. The ticket to rejoicing.

Food for a weary soul.

Hope and rejoicing.