I’m supposed to be writing a praise psalm right now and instead I’m sitting at work, staring into the gloomy October void. Circumstancially, my heart has very little praise in it right now. Long term, my heart is good... Short term, I’m self conscious, over thinking, and maybe a little down. And that’s fine. Really fine.
Let me explain how this particular Monday feels: One of the fourth graders in our after school program came up front to sit with me because of a headache. For the first fifteen minutes, the poor guy was a Tasmanian devil—1,000% out of sorts. Like, he sat on a wagon and incessantly rammed himself into the brick wall. Now, he’s curled up in the same red wagon, snoring for at least half an hour.
Like my nine-year-old friend, I feel like I’m bashing my face into a wall, antsy and irritated. And, if I had to guess, once I take a deep breath, I’m going to find myself in a similar, much needed comatose as well.
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