The past few months I have been restless for reasons I do not know. I wake up tired. I go by my day-to-day exhausted. I go home drained. And the very moment before I fall asleep, I am far beyond exhausted. I am unsure why I have this heavy feeling for how many months now. If there is anything good that it has brought me, it would be finding peace whenever I close my eyes and start a conversation to the Guy up there.
I was reminded by the Priest this evening of a common prayer a lot of people recite and know by heart because of its brevity:
“God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
the courage to change the things I can,
and the wisdom to know the difference.”
This is Macky 