Each day seems to have it's own rhythm. It is not one I create anymore. I have never been one to have lists. Yet each day flowed. Now, it is different. As I press through the waking and the realization of a new day, I force my way to the coffee. (Ok forcing my way to coffee is a stretch,  but the hard reality of the awake is agony) And then to God's Word. I wonder what this day will hold. It is hard to think. It is hard to focus. There is so much that needs to be done. I Peter 5:7 Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you. The weather has been beautiful. Warm, ... View Post