My head and heart are full. Full of the things of life. All the stuff to be done. To think about. All that I am not accomplishing. The pressures I place on myself. Life bangs about in my head like sneakers in a dryer. A heart pounding with too much.
I KNOW their is abounding Grace...I can't find it. Weariness. Grips. My. Soul.
It is the KNOWING that keeps me going. Though. Grace lives. Abounds. With or without my knowledge.