You seem impatient, as if you're tapping your foot or drumming your fingers, thrump, thrump, on a table. So sorry to keep you waiting, but thoughts that feel comfortable enough to share are scant today, and I am nursing my fatigued mind with trivialities.
I really did try this morning to think on substantial things, and I may resume that oh-so-important theology book soon enough. Perhaps that would provide me with enough words to regurgitate onto this page--though I know your blinking will never stop, friend... We have that in common. That sense of anticipation. I know you crave words, characters, really. What I want isn't something I can fully have in this life.
"Set your hearts and minds on things above, where Christ is seated at the right hand of God."
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Am I merely treading water lately instead of getting somewhere? They say, "Just keep swimming." I know.
but i feel like a blinking cursor
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This is what I did instead of reading this morning:
