There’s dog snot on my pillow, and I have to be up in a couple hours anyway. So, insomnia.
(He sleeps with his eyes open when he’s not feeling well, apparently. Isn’t that
cute creepy? ;-))
Anyway, the wide awake-ness has me thinking. Or rather, trying not to think, but seeking God on the real issues underlying the stuff on the forefront of my mind.
Do I believe God can turn it all around?
Do I believe He will?
I don’t know.
Do I believe He always does the best thing for me?
…Do I believe the best thing for me might be endless suffering?
I don’t know…