I seek things of comfort and order
no change to disrupt what I want,
and God reminds me,
Where is the story in that?
It is He who girds and guides.
I cannot be silent
for the amazement He brings
about,
things that make me hold my breath,
things I would never even think to do
and yet live to tell about it.
On the running front, it is my midweek day of rest, time to enjoy the still waters and green pastures, and go hard after the weeds in the flowerbeds.
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