"Be merciful to me, O LORD, for I am in distress; my eyes grow weak with sorrow, my soul and my body with grief. My life is consumed by anguish and my years by groaning; my strength fails because of my affliction, and my bones grow weak" (Psalm 31:9-10).
Tonight, there are no words. I'm tired and sick. While the big kids understand that mom isn't feeling well and managed to stay under the radar, Annie doesn't get it (and shouldn't have to). I'm headed to bed in hopes of sleeping off this fever and cough. It's nights like this when I need back up and a very big dose of mercy!
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