June 16, 2009

My head is full of quick-dry cement. There was something I was supposed to write down this morning, some flash of brilliance, and it is lost in the fog. My brain is firing at best on two cylinders. I did finally get some sleep last night, but I remain low and discouraged in the wake of Dr. Starbuck, this cold, my digestive system shutdown, insomnia, and a complete and utter lack of conviction (faith?) that I can magically manufacture another worship guide of the caliber You gave me last week. I am sinking in the mire of anxiety and uncertainties. I need Your help.