crying stones

The Rascals weren't singing about my morning this morning.

Waking up with the lights still on (again), I realized yet again how much work I needed to get done. In the midst of working, I get a flood of random phone calls and messages about bad news and worries adding to the ever present worries of others and myself already on my mind. I am helpless to do anything, just more praying is all I can do.

I did however manage to parallel park my friend's car in 2 tries. At least something was accomplished this morning.

Anyway, class today was no help to my current state of mind. Just made me realize how much more stuff I don't know.

Fast forward to me reading the daily barrage of emails. One email blew me out of that cold, cold water. My dear friend from long ago was updating me on their life and ended the email with prayer for me.

All I could do was (and still am) praise Him. Amongst the plethora of good news and bad, He still manages to trump everything. The stones may cry but I am crying with them. Luke 19:40.