I can't think lofty thoughts or deal with any of the quandaries about forgiveness today. I wrenched my back picking up a potted plant at an outside garden and I don't want to do anything but feel sorry for myself. I am in a black funk --mad because I have no one here to get me a Tylenol or to pick up a magnifying glass I dropped in the floor. I miss having a family on a daily basis.
No need to waste the day crying over a bad back. I may spend the day watching a NCIS marathon and leave the idealism for another day when I feel like thinking about something more than my bad back.
You gotta wonder if Billy Graham or Albert Einstein or Pope John took days off when they were burned out or tired out! I'm hoping they did.
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