day forty.nine

one of those mornings. my son screaming at me before seven. my tired body refusing to comply with the rising of the sun. my lack of desire to do anything has overtaken me. kind of fitting that i read psalm 31 this morning hiding under the covers while my son calmed himself down.
'have mercy on me, Lord, for i am in distress. tears blur my eyes. my body and soul are withering away...sin has drained my strength; i am wasting away from within...how great is the goodness you have stored up for those who fear you. you lavish it on those who come to you for protection, blessing them before the watching world.'