I could speak profound about daily disciplines (or lack) and plans for early mornings with Jesus and sweet whispered prayers with Anna and the hopes I have. And the angst I have for a won't-be-found lamb.
Nope. Going to go sit on the couch with my husband. Well, I'll try. The stupid couch is not accommodating for both of us. Ooops, complaining about that again. What I meant to say is, I will go spend a purposefully undistracted Saturday night with my perfectly-crafted husband and say Praise the Lord it is Sabbath - I will gleefully take it! Rest for the weary.
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