Sunday, February 12, 2012
Joy, I've lost it. I walked away for three days. I was so tired. It vanished. there is no war going on in my mind just aimless wandering through grey mist. I'm ready to fight, but I just can't find any weapons to battle with. My only hope a short verse I learned as a child. "Thy Word is a lamp unto my feet." It will come back. The Word the only weapon I have to hang onto as small as it is.