I don’t know what else to say . . . other than it’s been a rough day.
I’ve always known myself to be a bit squirrelly on the inside — moved by my feelers. It doesn’t matter what my brain says. For better or worse, it’s how I feel that, well, means anything.
And right now, I don’t feel anything. Except for the dark cloud that I swear is following me.
No anger. No frustration. But none of the good stuff either.
Maybe that’s sadness — the absence of everything else.
I don’t really know what this Psalm means — or at least what it means for me in this specific moment. But it resonated.
Holy Nickers 