Peace. Be still.
Those days when the contents of your heart keep spilling over the edges, when too much thought leads inevitably to tears, when all the wrong memories surface suddenly and even the sweet escape of sleep eludes you…
When you find yourself, though not alone, lonely…
When musings about the future produce not hope, but the horrible, hollow sense that there truly is no point, and “everything is vanity…”
For some reason, those days, the only answer to prayer is: Sit still.
And be thankful.