Maybe this is the best time to write.  When I do not want to.
I am tired.  But I think that it is only because I let it happen.  And of course there is the head cold.
I wanted so badly to do so well today for all the wrong reasons.  When will I be healed?  When will I let go?  When will I find all of my rest where all of it is available?

Help me, Daddy.  This is way too big.  I saw your hand today.

I love you, Daddy.  I love you, Daddy