It was a night of disquieting dreams. Nightmares I guess. While there is very little recollection of what they were about, this morning has me feeling rather sad and edgy. Tearful, too. Vulnerable.
It happens. Thankfully not that often. Maybe once every couple of weeks.
I remember being afraid. Feeling powerless. Trapped...
Maybe I need to change the subject.
I definitely need to get out of the house.
Lord, I lift the night to You. Let me have peace. In Jesus' name I pray. AMEN!
"What joy for those whose strength comes from the Lord, who have set their minds on a pilgrimage to Jerusalem. When they walk through the Valley of Weeping, it will become a place of refreshing springs. The autumn rains will clothe it with blessings." Psalm 84:5-6
The Black River is a journey in faith. It delves into an exploration of life: from the calm, clear waters of the good days, the mundane, to the swirling eddies and deep waters of issues that face every one of us. Thank you for visiting this site. You can contact me personally at: godandtheblackriver@gmail.com
Thursday, 27 September 2018
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