There are days when I want to shout for joy at the work of the Lord in my life, when I feel the satisfaction with my life radiating from my soul and I know that no non-Christian has EVER felt this way.
Then there are days like these when I wonder when it will be my turn to cure people for the glory of the Lord and when it will be my turn to cuddle up to my beloved and fall asleep in his arms rather than wrapping my arms around bunny (yes I sleep with a bunny and I can't think of a more original name for him than "bunny"). Days like these I try and think of the eternal joy I will have in Heaven and then I become overwhelmed because the idea of that much joy is intimidating and tiring while I am still here on Earth and living in my sin.
Days like these I have to turn to the Lord, enjoy His comforting presence, and ask Him for a dose of joy. And then hate on sin for bringing with it PMS.
Triathlon Update:
Running in the morning. The endorphins will do me good.
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