Some Days Are Not as Much Fun as Others

Have you noticed that some days are not as much fun as others? Well, today has been one of those days for me; in fact, there was very little "fun" in it at all (the crises have been coming at me like machine gun bullets!). I did have lunch with Travis and his grandson, William, which was about the only bright spot in the entire "very few bright spots" day. Yes, I know that God didn't promise that we would always have sunshine, and I also know that many, many people had a much worse day that I have had, and I also know that this will probably not be my last "very few bright spots" day; even so, I am very thankful finally to be in my little cocoon, my place of solitude. The fact is one can know all the truth there is to know and still want to be alone and away from it all. Hopefully, all will be quiet for the rest of the night!

I do not know how these kinds of days affect you, but they sap my energy to the point of feeling wilted and depressed and weary and weak and frustrated and spent and really wanting to be alone; strangely, the older I become, the more I react this way. I do not know whether it is good or bad, but I do know that it is true--for me. I also know that we do have an enemy and, although, he has been defeated, he never ceases his attempts to distract God's children and, oftentimes, he is successful. Sadly, it sometimes takes a while to get back our bearings--to refocus--especially when the crises come like rapid fire, and he really enjoys that!

Strangely, just before I completed that last sentence, my phone rang and there was another crisis (10:05 PM) and I am wondering, "What is going on?" and I am praying, "Please, God, intervene and bring peace where there seems to be no peace!"

Thankfully, tomorrow is a new day and, hopefully, between now and then, there will be a good night's rest--

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