When You Are Weary

My insomnia has been off the charts this week. It comes on instantly and without welcome. Indeed as I write this it is 3:30 in the morning. Most of it stems from worry, which I know I shouldn’t do. The state of our world has my brain locked in a vice. But there are also small things. I search for the only real peace I will ever find.

When I can’t sleep I don’t count sheep but instead I talk to the Shepherd.

Laura

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