Trials of the day slurring through my memory so fast I can barely hold on...
I think it's time to rest.
To give up...
go to bed...
and start anew with the early morning light.
Maybe the semi-early light.
"I remember my affliction and my wandering,
the bitterness and the gall.
I well remember them,
and my soul is downcast within me.
Yet this I call to mind
and therefore I have hope:
Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed,
For his compassions never fail.
They are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
I say to myself, “The Lord is my portion;
therefore I will wait for him.”