Rest
Asleep.
Days fly by. Decay comes into view.
"Daddy will you dance with me?" I, to my immediate shame, delay to finish the dishes. I may be a fool, but I do dance after the dishes.
Hang out with my brother and brother-in-law. I am happy, but distracted.
Many yeses to people I won't be connected with in five years. Busy with things I will forget in five months.
Blessed abundantly. Still, there are sharp pains. Perhaps these are yet more blessings: shoulder-shoves to wake me.
Tired. dull. weak.
Trying, oh so much trying.
Prayer. Rest.
Then I can wake.
Jesus please take care of the others. Jesus please take care of me. I want to follow You.