I didn't die this week. I think you all must have been praying.
So the cure: naps, knitting, patience (with me), faith (the trust in the Lord kind), and getting a stinking grip.
Don't have much time this week, so just gonna share a little scripture I ran into the other day:
"The Lord hath given me the tongue of the learned, that I should know how to speak a word in the season to him that is weary."
Isaiah 50:4
Yup, he's done that for me. I have been blessed by both ends of this gift: the speaker of healing words to the weary, and the receiver of healing words to the weary.
I won't come home today, and I'll let tomorrow take care of itself.
