Morning, noon, and night I cry out in my distress, and the Lord hears my voice. —Psalm 55:17, NLT Another day shutters to gray, lulling us into the sleeping hours, but I’ve had no dreams of late, no traveling in hazy realms of memory or traipsing far into imagined lands of whimsy; what sleep I’veContinue reading “Disquieted”
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