“I am somewhat exhausted;
I wonder how a battery feels when it pours electricity into a non-conductor?”
Arthur Conan Doyle, The Adventure of the Dying Detective
I don’t know about you but I am somewhat exhausted.
Is it my age?
Was it the holidays?
Is it both??
Sprinkle in a heavy, or is that heavenly, dose of The Mayor and Sheriff.
They both go fast and hard…wide open…until
they crash…falling in their tracks as the need to recharge runs deep
and is impossible to ignore.
And as hard as it can be for me to keep up or keep track or keep going…
I am reminded that in a blink of an eye…I will turn around and they will run,
or rather make that drive, off on their own all too soon…
I lift up my eyes to the mountains—
where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord,
the Maker of heaven and earth.
He will not let your foot slip—
he who watches over you will not slumber;
indeed, he who watches over Israel
will neither slumber nor sleep.
The Lord watches over you—
the Lord is your shade at your right hand;
the sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon by night.
The Lord will keep you from all harm—
he will watch over your life;
the Lord will watch over your coming and going
both now and forevermore.