Everyday I get rocked. It’s inevitable, inescapable, unpredictable. Everyday. It’s just the way it is.
But some days… some days, I get rocked a little more than usual.
I guess the word that goes with this entry best is:
I waited patiently for the Lord, he turned to me and heard my cry.
Yeah. It’s one of those days. Another season. The same goodness.