God bathed the earth last night again, giving drink to the weary petal, giving strength to the weary of root.

A host, a forest of columbine erge their weary journey to blossom

No matter how I try, the pain gets worse as I grow heavier, now at 262.  This is so dreadful!!  Today I will ONLY drink.

Lord my appetite is as out of control as my finances and I feed my weary soul with food and not you.  Just like my smoking . . .  please put an end to it.  When I wanted a smoke, reading and a nap helped.

Should I then replace my need for filling that empty hole with exercise and study??

This week I MUST sort through all my papers..... this will indeed give a sense of great fulfillment of accomplishment.  The hole will then be filled with a snese of satisfaction and there will be less need for food??

Please I ask dear Shepherd?
Psalm 35 ~~ instead of eating, I prayed.

Yes Lord, I have heard thy voice.