I reached out to other members of my family. I made myself stay longer to visit. We went for a walk with the dog so I could get some fresh air and maybe breathe in some of those positive endorphins.
I get home. I'm still tired. I catch up on social media connections. I'm waiting for the Bears game.
Depression has begun to sink in. Probably a 5 out of 10. This is one of those times when I climb into my pajamas, get a blanket, snuggle with my pillow and kitties and check out of everything to do with the world.
It was a very violent weekend around the globe. It frightens me that humankind can be utterly cruel to each other. No value for a life. Just a target for death and destruction.
"Lord, we need you. Let those of us who are your followers know what to do. Sometimes praying seems so passive. I know you are active and alive in this world. I guess I feel like Satan is winning. You've reminded me that his head will be squished into the ground, flattened like a pancake. If you could please destroy some of his army of demons, I know many of us would be very grateful. I trust in You, Abba Father. You're all I need. You're all any of us need."
