Languishing, weary souls.

I'm exhausted.
I'm exhausted and my brain is a jumbled mess that will allow me no rest tonight.
At least that's what it feels like at the moment.

Today's been a long day, a hard day I wish I could have fast forwarded to the ending of, and dispiriting is a kind description.
My soul is aching in ways I can't describe.

But tomorrow is a new day, and God's mercy is new every morning.
Also, He's the one who promises to restore my weary soul.

So I hope when I rise in the morning and stumble through the house preparing for the work day ahead of me, the restoration work will be started.
I hope that, as time goes on, the broken bits of me will find their way back to where they belong.

Until next time,