not my typical friday night self, to be sure.
i have an incredibly long and tiring saturday ahead of me.
and then april will be over.
i am not ready for may. except for the roses and peonies. i am ready for those. but a sunday sabbath will prayerfully help that tightness in my chest. that feeling that comes from time passing quickly.
here is to throwing off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles and running with perseverance the race marked out.