Joy.
Shuffled feet. Slumped shoulders. Defeat.
Trials. Failure. Despair.
Why me, Lord? Why this? Why now?
Moping. Whining. Discontent.
Depression. Prozac. Sleep.
Tired. Weary. Worn.
It thrills my soul? The joy of the Lord is my strength? Stone faces.
I wasn't encouraged this morning.
I wasn't fed this morning.
Crystalized. Systematized. Sterilized.
I didn't feel it.
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