Sometimes there are no words for life. It is too complex and too disturbing. That is why I keep writing about it. I keep trying to come up with words. Sometimes I wonder why you read this. Other times I wonder why I write it. More often I wonder why I write it. It is kind of weird. I think. I think my life is pretty disturbing. I think God is a Redeemer. I also think life is &#$%’ed up. Just saying. I really can’t believe I wrote that here. Terrible of me. I am sure that was meant to be the kindest four-letter word there is. Interpret it however you want. I am sure it could be positive.
Therefore do not worry about tomorrow for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own. Matthew 5