What happened to the last week?
I was running around like a chicken with its head chopped off. What a gruesome sight that is - and yes, I have seen it. Blech!
Everyday I wanted to get some writing and reading done, but it seemed as if my family and my animals conspired against me, not to mention my own body. I think I walked around in a fog for the majority of the week for some unknown reason. I couldn't seem to think straight and it took me longer than normal just to do mundane tasts.
I plan to do better this week, but will be out of the house 5 out of 5 days - such fun, NOT. I'm a homebody and would rather be home reading, writing or just about anything than have to DO something everyday. As I wait in doctor's and dentists offices, I plan to read, read, read.
Does your week look as busy as mine? How do you handle it?
Ps 91 (NKJV)
3 Surely He shall deliver you from the snare of the fowler, and from the perilous pestilence.4 He shall cover you with His feathers, and under His wings you shall take refuge; His truth shall be your shield and buckler.5 You shall not be afraid of the terror by night, nor of the arrow that flies by day,6 nor of the pestilence that walks in darkness, nor of the destruction that lays waste at noonday.