It is almost 11:30pm and I'm tired. But not really physically tired, though that would be nice. I'm tired of the ups and downs. I'm tired of the silence. I've had an unexplained small panic feeling all day...can't seem to shake it. It just sits in my heart. Yesterday it wasn't there. The day before I was doing just fine. All the days that I thought would be hard have come on gone with relatively little emotional struggle.
To You I will cry, O Lord my Rock;
Do not be silent to me,
Lest, if You are silent to me,
I become like those who go down to the pit.
OK...now I'm tired. Maybe I should go to bed. Things usually look better after a good night's sleep.