It's bleak... even with our blessings and the joy we find, it all feels so diminished in the face of such dark powers stirring. I feel done and defeated, too, then I try to rally, but what a harrowing path this is, already. Courage and faith feel like precious commodities.
My son, then about 4 years old, was being his wild self right at bedtime. I said, "no more monkey business!" in my best stern-mom voice, and he looked me gleefully in the eye and declared, "infinity more monkeys!"
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It's bleak... even with our blessings and the joy we find, it all feels so diminished in the face of such dark powers stirring. I feel done and defeated, too, then I try to rally, but what a harrowing path this is, already.
Courage and faith feel like precious commodities.
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