Faith for the Messy Unknown

WORN OUT.  I sprawl it in capital letters as the introduction to tonight’s journal entry.  Maybe it’s a desperate prayer or just an open admitting of my current ‘condition’.  I’m sitting cross-legged in a dimly lit hallway, begging our children to hush and go-to-sleep.

Today, I’m just worn out and worn down.  My neck, it aches without rest.  My head, it pounds.  Children argue over every little thing.

We wake up to a broken-down car, again… our crummy old car.  My eyes roll as I listen to the wind crashing through our yard.  What was that?  A garbage can?  I don’t have the energy to check.  These thin walls feel so thick today.  Can you relate, Mom?


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