My Heart Rages. . .

Today was just one of those days that you would care to throw back in the box, shake it up, and then re-open the box and start the day again.  At 4:45am, I rolled out of my bed and onto my knees to pray.  To pray for those who are struggling and hurting and to confess my sins.  After that, I got back in bed, slept a little longer for beginning the day.  I had no idea that the storm of the day was just brewing, recirculating and gathering strength.

It isn't so much work (for a change), but rather it is a lot of little things and one big thing that knocked me down several pegs.  My heart is aching.  My heart rages with frustration and anger.  I need to lay it down, but right now, I am processing.  How to be bold in certain situations.  How to show love in certain situations.  When to show love, when to be bold, and when to let loose.

My eyes ache – I'm sure their a lot tired.  My heart is just not in to the meeting I have to attend, but I know at this point it will help me focus & to meet God.

Thank God, His mercies are new every morning – just as the sun rises & sets.

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