It's been a very long time since I actually looked forward to fall and winter. I hate the cold. But this summer was so bad that I just want to bury it in the dirt where it belongs. It was a Murphy's Law of a summer, where just about anything that could go wrong did. It frightens me a bit to admit that if I didn't know for a fact that God has me and my life in His hand, I would be in serious trouble. There are times I feel like crying, but it wouldn't make me feel any better because it wouldn't change anything. It wouldn't change anything.
I just want to feel better. Why can't we just die for a few moments to rest and then come back?
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