Paradox

Why is it so often that. . .

. . . having just a taste of something is harder than not having it at all?

. . . the most difficult thing to do is the right thing to do?

. . . dreams can seem so real, and reality so hard to grasp?

Today is the first sunny day we've had in two weeks-- such a blessed relief for someone who fights the seasonal blues battle. But then I sit down to work on my sermon for tomorrow, and suddenly I'm pensive and introspective and weepy. Go figure.

Maybe I need a nap. And some prayer time. Not necessarily in that order.