Routine is worry's sly assassin.
What else exhausts like sustained deception?
Real miracles bother people, like strange sudden pains unknown in medical literature.
Good advice is a wise man's friend, of course; but sometimes it just flies on past, and all you can do is wave.
Many a night I woke to the murmer of paper and knew (Dad) was up, sitting in the kitchen with frayed King James - oh, but he worked that book; he held to it like a rope ladder.
I prayed the Lord would sort (my prayers) out and answer as needed. Above all that he would hurry.