Christmas is right around the corner.
Even the garbage is waiting. I’m writing it down, the temptation to strive, and trust me, the tempter’s power is strong. If I could just catch this wind, if only I could keep up with the mess, if I could just get on top of the laundry, if everyone would fast for day so I could wrap, then we’d be okay.
Then I could have peace and enjoy.
Oh but that’s not how it works, and for good reason.
For if all the earth’s problems could be fixed by your flood
Who in all the world would we be waiting for?