Sick and tired

Pick one:

It's Lent.
It's early-spring-mud-season in Michigan.
Ice storm a-coming.
My body has been exposed to every known cold virus and done a valiant effort of holding them off....until now.

Either which way, I'm sick and tired.  As in:  I could my head down on my desk and nap the day away tired.


If the LORD were not my help, I would long have been silent in the grave.  
When I say, "My foot is slipping," your love, LORD, holds me up.
When cares increase within me, your comfort gives me joy.  Psalm 94

1 comment:

  1. Oh so sorry to hear you're sick. At least you can still quote the Psalms ;)


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