Today is one of those days that I'm just tired of fighting the good fight. I'm weary of doing good. The goal is too far away to bother pressing on. I want to unknow what my eyes have seen. I don't want to be responsible to act. I want to be like the heathens who go about eating and drinking as if the floods are not about to come.
And yet.
I know that in the And Yet, my Father will meet me.
And yet.
I know that in the And Yet, my Father will meet me.
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