Four full days into a maintenance outage. Miles walked. Thousands of observations and responses. Hundreds of mistakes. An grace beyond description. Adequate sleep, just endless effort for 13 hours every day.
Nothing new, this occasional enterprise.
This is the turnaround day. It is the day...when I can not even think of what to write.
Bone weary. Frustrated. Angry (Slowly). and guided. Oh, thank you for the guiding.
I trust you, Heavenly Father. Not enough yet.
Fill me up and pour me out.
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