the promise

i'm exceedingly sad. yesterday was long and tiring, and today it feels as though i have nothing left to give to anyone or anything. i am craving a nap, but i'm going to try and resist it, because i'd like to go to down at a reasonable hour tonight. honestly, i'm sitting here typing this with my eyes closed and all i want to do is climb into bed and burrow underneath the covers and just sleep and sleep. and maybe dreams would come. and if they did, i would fall into them and let them hold me for awhile.

at least i can say that i had a nice, light lunch (roasted chicken breast, couscous, sugar snap peas) and am trying to re-stock my body with lots of water. i'm feeling dry as a bone inside.

filling my ears right now is jim brickman's simple things. beautiful and yearning and mellow and smooth. thank you, Lord, for music that soothes. thank you for the grace that covers me like a blanket.

thank you for the tears running down my face.