When days hit hard, when moments repeat, when sleep becomes a metaphor, and when spare time translates as wasted time, we loose touch. I want to be reading more, teaching more, laughing more, living more; but every breathing moment is constricted by the tension of "what am I doing? Where am I going? And when will I get there?" I get lost in these places. I want to do so much. There is always work to do, but little drive to do it.
My Lord, "Deep calls to deep in the roar of Your waterfalls; all Your breakers and Your billows have swept over me. The LORD will send His faithful love by day; His song will be with me in the night-- a prayer to the God of my life. [...] Why am I so depressed? Why this turmoil within me? Put your hope in God, for I will still praise Him, my Savior and my God." Psalms 42