International By Grace :
Where Do I Begin?
I’m living in a fog right now. I haven’t written because it feels pointless to even pick up a pen. I’ve opened my journal no less than ten times in the last few weeks. I pick up the pen only to put it down to answer a cry or pour another glass of milk. I’ve peered at my Bible sprawled on my chair with longing eyes (and then angry eyes) more times than I can count. I want to read and study, but I don’t have it in me. I don’t have the brain cells to string together a thought or understand a word on the pages of Matthew or Isaiah.