Lazy, Crazy Days

I generally hate weekends. Or Saturdays anyway. I dislike the Lord's Day in the sense of being outside of fellowship completely of the body of Christ, that's generally the day for me, which can prove hardest to get through emotionally at least, as circumstances just seem so up there in your face, yet I glean often, and know those days too can often be filled with blessings of various kinds, if only by a sense of a oneness with God. And I'm not talking in some mystical way, but just the voids and gaps which so often seem a constant droning lull, almost lulls that never end, often on the Lord's Day He fills them in a way I would not have thought possible.

Today, my pain is raging away pretty much unabated. Parts of it feel like a searing hot poker ripping through my spine. And my brain is jittery and can't settle, and it flits about from this to that, never still for very long. And because of this, its not been a productive day at all.

Mid morning it was to find a friend is also ill, and in bed at the moment. And again when last night she was so full of it, its a reminder of how fragile our existences can be. How things can change almost moment by moment, and that none of us, however safe or secure we may feel in our own little pigeon hole or world, can take anything for granted that our life is set, and we will carry on as we are. (Those of you who know her, please pray for Mrs Bee. I'm sure she'll be fine, but she still needs prayer)

Tonight we alter the clocks here in England and spring forward an hour. Which suits me fine. As its an hour less to what often can be long enough, empty, sleepless nights. So, I guess we are entering summer-time.


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