Weeks of days filled with hours of engagement have emptied me out.
The staring just might bore a hole clear through the fireplace brick.
Questions go unanswered circling in a holding pattern with no place to land.
15, 30, 60 seconds, I realize that someone is waiting……for me……to answer. What was the question?
Brokenness, plenty to go around.
I’m choosing to live today out of the place where growth meets grace. The lists and laundry can keep each other company.
Music minus words,
Books over internet,
And Sara Groves – for when there’s just not much left.
You’ll find the entire series here.