A love that allows us to suffer

It was time to get up.

Sometimes you  just need to give in and stop trying to sleep.

Coffee. Coffee would do it.

Turn on the lights. Take out the dogs. Make the coffee. Sit with the coffee. A normal start to my day.

The newspaper hadn’t come yet, which was a good thing. I usually like to get the bad over with first... read it...and then wash it with the Good News of the Word. Cover it with Truth. And Justice. And Hope.

Eyes still bleary, I did one of those, open-the-Bible-and see-what-happens things.

Hmmm....Lamentations. Not feeling it but let’s see what happens.