I'm finding things in my wishing well
that I hadn't really expected.
Who threw dirty laundry down here?
and vacuuming?
and office work?
Dear god. My whole life is down here.
I'm expected to stay in this cold, dark place
yet move through my life as if He hadn't touched me.
Changed me.
Loved me.
Today I will make it through another day
and tomorrow I will do battle again.
Dear God send me to Israel.
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