Put on your big boy panties and rub some dirt on it ya wuss.
Sometimes I feel restless, ill at ease, anxious, filled woth foreboding, able to identify why, but unable to make it stop. It is most troublesome in the evening.
Sleep can elude me. Not from anything I regret but just knowing the next day will be more of the same. Now, that should be enough to weary me. But, it does not.
So it goes on. I want so badly to see justice and truth prevail and fail to see any likelihood of that occurring.
It is a daily disappointment that is suffering anew. Like a cut that won’t heal, an itch you cannot scratch, reading and seeing the absolute perfidy, debauchery, and baseness of people who invent claims, who lie, who will do anything for a moments notice in a publication or on a radio or tv broadcast.
Coreless, hollowed out caricatures of what God created man to be.
I am amazed each day when I awake that God has yet again foregone cleansing the planet.
The heathen satan worshippers that bedevil Israel daily will meet God. They won’t like it very much.