I am so tired, and my heart hurts. and some days like this morning I am just sad.
the thing in my heart torn. a sense of despair in the things out of my hands. I have had such a lift these last couple of weeks. a sense of finding safe pasture again. but this morning there is that throb.
I am tired of working, of holding it all up week after week. of having no days off. I want to throw myself on the floor.
I am tired of pushing.
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God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night. These are the words we dimly hear: You sent out beyond your recall, go the limits of your longing. Embody me. Flare up like flame and make big shadows I can move in. Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror, Just keep going. No feeling is final. Don't let yourself lose me. Nearby is the country they call life. You will know it by its seriousness. Give me your hand. Rilke
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Praying for you, my friend Molly........
It's Saturday... still praying for my friend Molly.
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