Sunday, December 20, 2015

Can I Sleep In Heaven?

I read that Heaven is only light, there is no darkness. I realize that God knows what's best and how we will be filled with immense joy. But, I love to sleep and can't imagine I could be happy without it. Am I the only one who looks forward to bedtime? Oh, and then there is naptime which I have to admit I think I've outgrown.

Maybe we will still sleep but will sleep in the light. Hmmm, I guess that is better than none.

Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Our Person

In my study of the book of James, I'm learning the impact words can have and the instruction on how to control your tongue. The comparison of our tongue to a rudder on a ship shows how something small can have a large impact.

I am grateful for the wise women I know who are quick to listen and slow to speak. There is encouragement, instruction and even careful correction. We all need a wise one to speak into our lives in a Godly way. And we all need to have our 'person' we can tell everything to and still be loved. You find out quickly by what someone talks about if they are a prospect for  secrecy. Chances are if they talk about others to you they are talking about you  to others.

Wednesday, December 9, 2015

I Guessed Wrong

It is amazing to me that Steve did not win over death. He seemed to get his way a lot. I think he thought he would be saved. And while he was saved spiritually which is big, cancer won over life.

What further amazes me is that he did not come back. I know it sounds crazy. But, to the handful of us who knew him well, it's hard to believe. I guess I thought he would get up there and explain he made a promise and was going to have to go back. He always pulled through for me,  Now, over 2 years later, I need to give up. I guess everyone has limits.

Sunday, November 29, 2015

The Storm Will Happen

Long ago shipbuilders would select a tree at the top of a hill for the mast of military and merchant ships. All the surrounding trees were brought down in a effort to strengthen the chosen one with gusts of wind and storms. The tree would grow stronger as years went by until it was ready to be the foremast of a ship.

Such is the life of a person of faith. We can topple under temptation and trials or dig our roots down deep so we can stand strong against any storm. The storms will happen, what we do in them is our choice.

Sunday, November 22, 2015

Thankful In All Things

To me, standing firm in my faith means I let God be in charge regardless of what my feelings say or how things look. That's not always easy to do when circumstances seem dire. The choice is mine to believe He controls all or nothing at all. There is no gray area.

The Bible says we are to praise Him in everything. And as weird as it seems, I've begun thanking Him for those things of lesser value. In a book I read recently, Power in Praise, Merlin Carothers says if we dwell too much in fear and doubt we block God from entering the situation. On the other hand, thanking and praising Him for it releases his power. And it seems to change how I feel about it. I'm kind of excited to see what He does.

Sunday, November 15, 2015

Paradoxes of Prayer


I asked God for strength, that I might achieve. 
I was made weak, that I might learn humbly to obey...
I asked for health, that I might do greater things. 
I was given infirmity, that I might do better things...
I asked for riches, that I might be happy.
I was given poverty, that I might be wise...
I asked for power, that I might have the praise of men.
I was given weakness, that I might feel the need of God...
I asked for all things, that I might enjoy life.
I was given life, that I might enjoy all things...
I got nothing that I asked for-
but everything I had hoped for.
Almost despite myself, my unspoken prayers were answered-
I am among all, most richly blessed!

Author Unknown

Saturday, November 7, 2015

Past Failures

What a wonder it is to see our adult children live their lives totally separated from the apron strings that they once held onto. Although I never wore an apron, there was a time they put their little hand in mine.

But sometimes I see a side of them I wish wasn't there. I resist the urge to literally shake them back to   the caring person I usually see. Sadly, I know some of my past failures have grown them to this place, this attitude. Despite my regrets at the decisions made long ago, I can't change what is done.

That God will use "all things" to accomplish His unique purpose must give me the hope to continue. My days of teaching the boys may not be a sit down lesson any longer, but my example speaks louder than words. I can't let regrets diminish today's inspiration. After all,  none of us are finished products yet.

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

I Like Me

I love the uniqueness of each of us. From breath one we accumulate memories and influences that make us who we are. Am I odd in being so happy with who I am? Is my confidence in the way I look (or not look), and what I know (or don't know) a blessing?

As I typed out my profile on a dating website, I had to describe myself. But to say I really don't need anyone, would just like company once in awhile, would not come off appealing. To say, I don't want the obligation to communicate every day or see each other a certain number of times a week doesn't sound very good either. I think I just want a friendship like a girlfriend is. I call her, don't call her, do something together or not, but no hurt feelings. We will see...or not see.

Sunday, September 20, 2015

A Restful Contemplation

I was on the hillside when the weed whip finally ran out of battery. It was a good thing because my arms were tired. I was tired. So I sat under one of the several old oak trees and caught my breath. Then I did something I very rarely do. I cleared my mind of all things but the huge trees around me, so thick I can barely see the sky. I lay back on the ground and for a moment hoped those in the houses across the raven did not think I had had a heart attack, then even that thought was gone.

What beauty in a tree that is a home to many creatures. It must withstand the drought of summer and bitter winds in winter. I wonder what this tree has witnessed in it's 100 or more years. Was it planted intentionally or from a fallen acorn? Who will live here when it finally falls. And the biggest question of all, will it fall on the house with me in it?

Sunday, September 13, 2015

Same Parking Lot, Different Life

There was a day when Steven was very sick and and in pain. My life was getting to me and I hadn't the strength to even pray properly. As I crossed the parking lot from one building to another I looked to the sky and asked God to please, please strike me with lightning so it would all end. It was too much.  Now, it was a super sunny sky but I was talking to a big God who could...heal my husband , or make lightning on a sunny day.Of course, no quick death nor miraculous healing.

I cross that parking lot several times a day as I work and every once in a while I remember that prayer. I am in awe that I not only made it but still love my God. He who sees the end of the story and not just that chapter. I'm grateful for the joy I have.

I had a pastor tell me I have the joy of the Lord. Of course, I still have a heartache with Steven's name on it, but joy is there surrounding it and making the sting a little less.

Tuesday, August 11, 2015

Why Am I Here?

How is it I can walk from the kitchen to the bedroom and forget what I walked there for? This concerns me, because it's becoming more apparent. I should feel better by the fact that walking back to the kitchen usually reminds me. I recall too how I can lose something without even leaving my chair and wonder what I will be like 20 years from now. It's a scary I will probably forget.

Monday, July 20, 2015

The End Of The Story?

Tonight, I go back to 2013 of my blog, and the mouse just hovers over July. Why am I hesitant to click and read the end of the story? Sure it makes me sad but I owe him the courtesy of remembering how it all felt.

So I read and I cry and feel it all again. And while my words are so very sad, the comments that were wrote by people to each post spoke in a love as deep as the one I have for Steven. There were uplifting words and Bible verses. These people cried with me and encouraged me to go on. I cannot emphasize how much that helped me. Thank you each one.

If I read the blog as an outsider through July and August 2013, my thought were to feel so very sorry for this couple having to deal with all the dynamics surrounding an impending death. How did they do this with each day getting closer to the end? I think it was raw humanity, broken hearts begging with little physical strength and God.

I'm so thankful I took the time to write like I did back then. I would never have remembered those moments in each day. But what about now? Was that really the end of the story? If so, there is a Book 2, because I still breathe and blank pages must be filled.  I'm not sure what it will be called, but Support 2 Lanes will be ending soon but be remembered forever.

Friday, July 17, 2015

The Second Anniversary

As I near near the 2nd anniversary of Steven's passing I am again amazed at the passage of time. Where does it go so quickly? My thoughts are their usual scattered of ups and downs but fortunately life has taken on a new rhythm. I could never have imagined I'd be able to ever be happy in this setting, but for the most part I am.

I read Widows United on Facebook and feel for these women who after years of being alone have not moved on and are still carrying a load of grief that prevents them from ever seeing the joy life still has.

Our husbands are usually our main source of comfort and companionship, our best friend. It takes time to accept the reality that that is all gone. Yet in every minute after the shock wears off you are reminded. This emptiness cannot be filled with family and friends.

When I think of Steve, I try to be content with the knowledge that for him, the pain is gone. He is no longer in a fight to the death with cancer. And I remind myself that in all the love he had for me, he would want me to be happy. He kept telling me I'm stronger than I think and I can do this, and again, he is right. He always loved being right.

Wednesday, July 1, 2015


Widowhood has been both easy and hard. Easy in some ways to adapt to, because I am fine by myself. Hard in some ways because there are many jobs that are just easier if you are the husband. Men seem more task oriented and mechanical.

I went to a dating website and viewed some of the profiles. These men want someone who they can potentially marry and have a life partner. That's not what I want. I don't want to live anywhere else nor have anyone move in with me.

I want my artwork laid out on the dining room table for weeks. But I want the bed made neatly each morning. Bathrooms have to be clean all the time. No TV on just to make noise. I want to dance to booming music with no one watching, and sing loud making up lyrics as I go along. I want to text 12 people then wait for them to respond and keep it all straight. I want to cry uncontrollably just because I thought of something about Steve. I want to talk about he and I. Maybe because it involved 23 years of my life and it's hard to leave him out of stories.

I had a friend tell me when I meet Mr. Right all that will go by the wayside. But I already met, had and lost Mr. Right.

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

No One Is Like A Spouse

There is no one else who really cares like a spouse. If you have a bad day or even 3 in a row you may not even mention it to someone in a 10 minute phone call. If you are sick and go to work anyway, no one is going to call later and encourage you to go home and crawl in bed, or get up in the middle of the night to get you medicine, or know what you are going to say before you say it, or knows why you are sad on a certain day, or makes you stop working because you've done enough

I'm tired, tired of hard work that doesn't work, and tired of thinking.

Saturday, June 20, 2015

Answer to Prayer

I got out my old journals to see what was going on in my life. In my 2001 journal I was studying the Book of Jabez. I was asking God to allow me to touch other lives in a way that glorified Him. I ask for opportunity and the drive to speak publicly. I prayed for God to send me someone who needed me so I could do His work on earth. Boy, did he answer that one.

He gave me someone who needed me to help him fight his terminal cancer while be in acceptance of his absolute silence about his situation. This blog served as my podium for public speaking. I poured my soul and prayers out to total strangers and like to think from the comments I received that I impacted a few people.

But I also made stupid mistakes during that time that impacted my life in big ways. I not only lost a husband in that year of suffering, but became estranged from a friend I had had for 30 years. That was a big life changer too. After all, who do you turn to when your husband is dying but your best friend? And then I needed to find someone to turn to about losing her. Never underestimate the power of God, new friends and counseling! The hands on the clock keep turning and while in the good years you think you could never live without someone, in time you find you can.

Monday, June 15, 2015

Thoughts of Steve

I hear a car pull in the drive and a door slam and think it may be Steve coming home. Sadder is that the car is never even in my driveway but a neighbors.

I hear the main office door open at work, and think it has been a long time since he came to see me...but it is never him.

When shopping, I'll hear a hack or snort and kind of smile thinking of  all the noises he made. And for just a moment I feel sorry for the wife who is walking next to the snorter.

Friday, June 12, 2015

Things I learned the hard way

Don't lick a sharp knife, even for frosting.

No matter how high you turn the blower, you will not get cool air until the air conditioner is turned on.

Checking your teeth when you get back into the car is never a good idea.

Proof reading a text or email can save misunderstanding and embarrassment later down the road.

Swiping at gnats while using scissors can be dangerous.

Sometimes it's best to not tell someone you had a dream about them.

If the directions say will need two people to lift, believe them.

If the bag says dispense only the right amount, believer them. If you doubt this, drive by my front yard.

When praying, watch what you ask for. God may just give you what you want.

Monday, June 1, 2015

A Bucket List

If you ar on a grief journey, consider writing down some things:

-everything you currently enjoy about life
-everything you previously enjoyed pre-grief
-any goals you want to achieve
-any places you’d like to travel to
-anything you’d like to
-any dreams you’d like to see fulfilled
-family & friends you’d like to encourage or spend more time with
-any difference you’d like to make
-“life purpose” goals
-memories you’d like to create
-any new skills or hobbies you’d like to learn and enjoy
-any self improvements you’d like to create (spiritually, emotionally, mentally, physically, wellness, etc)
-any fun events you’d like to do or attend
-anything else God puts on your heart
Having a Bucket List ensures that life, memories, moments, and opportunities are never taken for granted…or wasted…ever again.
Grief can takes away & destroys so much.
A Bucket List prevents future regrets and loss.

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Remnants of Steven

Sometimes, I get flashes of Steven. It may be a moment in time when a conversation transpired. The conversation could be a good one or bad. Depending on the emotion involved, it remains with me as a dream when you wake up. Today I mopped around. The conversation had not been a good one. He could get angry and I feel bad even though he's gone that I angered him. I hope he knew I loved him. Do you think it's a normal grieving experience?

Monday, May 18, 2015

The Importance Of Listening

Slowing down enough to hear God goes against our nature. It takes very little time for our minds to wander and come up with things we should be doing. And ironically nothing could be less important when having God time.

So I keep a tablet next to me. As all my thoughts fill my mind I write them down. Then get back to God.

Monday, May 11, 2015

Steve's House

As it rained outside, I rested my head on the cold glass of the patio door. I saw the chairs and table where Steve and I sat so often. I whispered to him how much I missed our times together, as though he is waiting somewhere just to hear my voice.

I realized sadly that I think of this house as still his and not mine. Even after 25 years, all the work I've done, money, decisions, it is still Steve's house. I wonder if that will ever change.

Wednesday, May 6, 2015

True Importance

Along with the everyday prayers for loved ones, I need to remember to pray for what truly matters to a life and soul. I'm reminded of this as I read what Paul in Philippians, who is in jail at the time, prays for his friends.

He prays that their love may grow more in knowledge and discernment so they can find what is excellent and be sincere and without offence. He prays they may be filled with fruits of righteousness that are from Christ which brings glory and praise to God.

Paul has been striped, beaten and jailed. Yet his prayers are not for himself, but the friends he is separated from. What an example this is to me of true importance.

Thursday, April 30, 2015

Words Just For Me

I love when I am reading my devotion and it is as though God is speaking directly to me.

Last week as I read, the text talked about the heaven that awaits me. My heart immediately went to my sons who have grown away from God. I started crying and told God I really needed to know my sons would be there too. As I continued reading, at the end of the page were the exact words I had cried out. It said, "For I will contend with the one who contends with you, and I will save your sons." This is from Isaiah 49:25

God is good, all the time.

Monday, April 27, 2015

No Matter What

We cannot choose what cup we will be given. The sacrifice of daily life and acceptance of events and circumstance is part of our surrender. If the cup is bitter, we drink it knowing our hands are not holding the cup on their own. If the cup is sweet, we accept the moment and share the grace with those around us.

Friday, April 24, 2015


I spent two days in Chicago with my son, Joshua. We went to Brookfield Zoo, then to Steve's brother's house to stay the night. He treated us to fine dining at Mon Ami Gabi. The second day we walked the Indian Market and bought spices and mixes and some lace for me of course.

I had so much fun. I don't think we ever get over the enjoyment of spending time with our children. We watch the way their minds work just as we did when they were 4 years old. And we strive to keep them happy. Even when they are in their 30's and still want to ride the carasol and go the the petting zoo. They are just bigger. Much bigger.

Thursday, April 9, 2015

Don't Speak

It's funny, on the weekend when I don't work, I can go all day and not say a word to anyone. That seems so strange, but I'm sure others who live alone may go days without hearing their voice.

But what it does is leave me time to think and I can easily get down. How can I love being alone and get depressed at the same time. Is it possible to be sad and not even know why?

Sunday, April 5, 2015

Where Does Our Energy Go?

As we age our energy lessens. No matter how we take care of ourselves. I have noticed this greatly in the last year. I workout, eat really well, sleep more than anyone I know and still can't seem to rake longer than an hour. What is up with that? And darn if I don't have a big yard.

Moving to a condo would take care of the dilemma, but I really like this house. So I need to find a way to hire it out. When there's a will there's a way. Take it from another budgeted item and pay someone. It will be worth it!

Monday, March 30, 2015

Aggressive Words + Soft Voice = Nothing

I think my biggest fault is not being aggressive enough. There are times it is needed, even from the mild mannered. I'm taking a personal finance class. One of the lessens is to barter. We practiced say, "That's not good enough!", in class. But, my words were soft, my expression smiling.

I counted on Steven to take care of confrontation. He was good at it. Maybe from dealing with insurance companies in the business. Now, without him, I avoid it. Maybe it's a woman thing. What do you think?

Saturday, March 28, 2015

Prayer Quota

Everyone needs prayer. I needed it really bad as I nursed Steven. So even though its been almost 2 years, I feel like I used up my quota and I still won't put my needs in the pot. God knows what they are. I'm good.

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Plans For The Future

I have had a few people tell me it's okay to date now. As though I were waiting for consent after a certain amount of 'widow days'. But, I'm just letting life happen and enjoying being alive.

When you watch someone suffer as much as Steven did before he passed away, you get a new appreciation for waking up each day. Yes, the winter has been bad, and I've had my share of colds,  but I'm so thankful for life.

I had a friend tell me that God knows my everyday from birth to death. Any anxiety I have about who I meet and who I share my future with or if I remain alone are dispelled. It's a relief really, to know I'm not in charge. I've made some bad choices when I tried living outside the shadow of God. It's a great way to get burnt.

Sunday, March 15, 2015

Getting A Man To Talk

Even though Steven had a 30 year old business, he wouldn't broach the subject of what should be done with it when he passed away. When he was diagnosed with terminal cancer, my greatest fear began. Only this was life and not a nightmare you can wake up from.When you are a caregiver, you want to do everything you can to make the sick person comfortable. Being a nagging wife was not in the cards. So how was I to get the knowledge only he had?

I consulted a pastor who spent time listening to me as I struggled. He said Steven may never talk. This was not acceptable, but what choice did I have? Stomping my foot and slamming a door were not me. And didn't he have struggles he wanted to talk to someone about? Was he scared of death or pain? Was he worried about me or the boys? There were lines I couldn't cross and being the good wife I would let it go. But I knew this was not how a healthy marriage should work. Silence, he was good at silence.

Do you know your spouses wishes? Is there a way to pay for things? Talk about this while you are both healthy. After all, none of us will escape it.

Sunday, March 8, 2015

Past Fear

One of my greatest fears in the past was that Steve would die before me. I was afraid because it wasn't something we talked about or planned. We didn't have life insurance or a will. And when I brought these topics up, I was shot down in a way only a husband can do. He did it by avoidance, refusing to even be drawn into the conversation and thus spared explanation.

I think back and honestly believe he thought he was indivisible and above death. He refused to have checkups and wouldn't wear his seat belt. He drove too fast and smoked too much.

I was eventually successful in his acquiring life insurance, but it was not without a fight. Why something could mean so much to me and so little to him is a mystery. Maybe because it hadn't been his idea.

Thursday, February 26, 2015

Everyday Is A Day To Be Thankful For

I thank God for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. What does this mean? It means I am an original masterpiece.

I'm alive. That my  body aches when I crawl out of bed matters not. I breathe. I don't want to take life for granted, and not acknowledge the craftsmanship that has gone into my being. I want to make today a day to be thankful. It's a workday, so what, more snow, even better, I have a cold, but I inhale and exhale. That in itself is a miracle.

Friday, February 20, 2015

Pros And Cons

I have to admit, doing whatever I want, when I want is liberating. You don't realize how much of your decision making is based on your spouse and what they prefer. Things like, what I eat, when I get home, what I spend money on or how many activities I'm involved in are all up to me and not what Steve would like. Sometimes, I feel guilty for enjoying this being alone and confused it with why I am now by myself.

At the same time, every decision has consequences and the outcome is all my fault or to my credit. The jobs like shoveling are all mine as is making sure I get an oil change. Home repairs, income, investing and spending money on big dollar items can throw me in a brain spin.

It's then I sit down and turn on some good worship music, pick up my art work and plan my dinner to stop the spin.

Sunday, February 8, 2015

Standing In The Gap

Do you have a child that is not a believer? When you pray for them, you are standing in the gap.

Is there a friend who needs a mother's love, but for whatever reason, is not receiving it? Stand in the gap and love them as a mom would. Listen, and advise, or just listen and listen.

Is there a co-worker who is in need? How can you stand in the gap? Pray for wisdom if it doesn't come to you. Pray to be the hands & feet of Jesus and be the gap filler.

Are there spaces in your life between what you are and what you should be? Jesus is there, waiting to be asked. It's easy to think the life you lead is better than what God could offer, but you've no idea the joy and peace of mind that awaits you.

How have you seen God's gracious work in your life? Tell me about it.

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

How Long Will The Break Last?

God is much less interested in the circumstances that come our way, then our response to them. How am I responding? Is God's light shining for others to see when adversity strikes?

I have this ill conceived notion that because I had a really hard challenge in my past, I'm exempt from another of life's storms. It would be great to have a few years of smooth sailing to unruffle my wings and gain back perspective.

I will trust, that any plans God has for me are good. I wish I could say I'm doing this because it's right and worth my effort and not because it seems the easiest thing to do.

Monday, January 26, 2015

When You're Alone

I have never been alone so long. I remember when the boys were young, taking a bath was as alone as I could get. Oh those baths, how I treasured them.

Now, it is...endless. There is not an hour when someone will arrive home. Quiet greets me as I come in after work. I can love it or hate it, so I love it. Things are only as loud as I make them. Or light, or aromatic. I have time to think. I have so many ideas of what I want to do, and not enough time in one day. I can only hope by the time I retire I still have as much enthusiasm.

Thursday, January 22, 2015

Need vs Want

I love the excitement of getting packages in the mail. During the Christmas season, I was always getting a package at work or one would be by the door when I got home. It didn't matter that they were not for me,  I got to open them.

Now I just want to order things so they keep coming. I want to see that Fed Ex truck stop out front. The thing is, I don't need anything.

Monday, January 19, 2015

What Am I?

I stay far away from the car in front of me, driving the speed limit or even less. I avoid the right hand lane where the snow melt is and am careful of pooled water. I'm happiest when the weather is below freezing. What am I? A newly washed car. I do not stay that way for long.

Friday, January 16, 2015

What He Would Say

As I danced around the living room with the music loud, I thought of Steven. I imagined him smiling. And he'd say, " Neece has got her groove back!"

Thursday, January 15, 2015

Another Chance To Make A Difference

Another woman was recently widowed.  I didn't hesitate at all. I got out a card and not only sympathized with her but reached out buy giving my phone number and an offer for coffee. My prayer is, she calls and finds in me a good listener and not someone who follows each statement with one of her own. But, I do want her to know, peace will come, and the strength to get up each day.

Sunday, January 11, 2015

The Creation of Adam

I love Michelangelo's Creation of Adam painting. It shows two pointed fingers almost touching.  I think of how God is reaching out to us patiently waiting for us to to reach out to him. What joy awaits that encounter.

It reminds me of my waiting for my boys. I needed to have patience while they grew up, found wisdom and who they wanted to be. I waited for them to go from rebellious to respectful. But, it had to be when they were willing, not I as the parent.

God waits too. He keeps putting big and little things in our path to steer our course toward himself, but the choice to reach out and accept this 'love like no other' is ours alone.

Faith is taking the first step even when you don't see the whole staircase.
                                                                Martin Luther King, Jr.

Friday, January 9, 2015

The Value In Being Good

It's easy to go through life thinking no one notices the choices you make when you are alone, but that is the most important time. Those choices define who you really are.

My talking to myself (and God), help with this. It's harder to sweep dirt under the rug if you are conversing aloud.

Even as a little girl, I thought of God watching my every move. He would have this scroll in which He writes down all the errors of my way. Then when I'm before him, he rolls out the scroll and it unfurls beside me and keeps going and going and going. I will have a lot to answer for if I haven't settled my affairs when I'm here.

Then I see a file drawer full of all the prayers I lifted up. I see God showing Steve the drawer with his name on it. He tells him, here are all the prayers Denice said for you. Steve will be amazed and will finally,
for the first time ever, say, "Denice, you were right."

Tuesday, January 6, 2015

Right Turn No Stop

When a sign at a merge says, Right Turn No Stop, it really means it. You don't want to stop or even slow down. You want to speed up so you can merge with the fast going traffic.

I have almost rear ended many a car fearful of merging. I don't even look behind at the traffic coming at 60 miles per hour because I have to keep my eye on the car in front of me. One swing of my head and it's all over.

I just wonder though, whose fault the accident would be.

Friday, January 2, 2015

Forgiving Yourself

Forgiveness of others can be hard, but to forgive one's own self for the past can often
be more difficult.

Sometimes the vividness of my past stupidity can be so strong I can feel the guilt all over and carry it as a weight around my neck all day.  But as a believer of God, I'm to remember, I've talked to Him about this and asked forgiveness. He no longer remembers and wants me to forget it also.

I can't move forward with a weight around my neck. That wonderful gift of peace for today will allude me. And that good work for tomorrow will contain less good.

Are you tired? Have you forgotten what joy feels like? Unburden yourself. Nothing is too much for
Him to take. He is waiting.