Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Morning by Morning New Mercies I Need

John melted down at midnight. A bad dream? Who knows. Crying, flailing, inconsolable. I rocked and kissed and finally plopped him in my bed.

There he slept until 5:43 when he climbed out of bed, appeared at my side, and said "Goldfish?"

I'm thinking "Caffeine?"

With a sore throat and burning ears on top of my fatigue, a few other words come to mind - Advil, nap, and mercy top the list.

Jesus, help me through this day.

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