Something's coming. Coming soon. I don't know what it will be, but I do know it will be bad.
Eight days now I have felt it. Like a weight, heavy bags of sand on my chest. This heaviness has found a home along my arms.
It is dread. It's been here before. It precedes pain and despair and fear and disappointment. I have never been wrong with this feeling.
Something's churning in the water and moving along the side roads to attack my life.
Remove it, Father. Intercept it and change it.
Or . . .
brace my legs, strengthen my soul, soften my tongue.
Help me handle it with the beauty of You - not the ugliness of me.
If you like what you see, pass it on . . . the more the merrier! Have a dressed up day! . . . put on a heart of compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience. Colossians 3
