The clouds hang

Some days I wake up with a cloud above my head. Some days I wake up wishing I was just freezing my ass in some winter country. Some days I just enter a panic attack like the world is just going into a frenzy and I just want to brawl my eyes out.

But be still and know that the Lord is good and He has good plans for me, plans that are not to harm me but to bring peace and joy. Come what may, through feverish prayers the clouds will clear.

Here’s a song that is written by a primary school friend of mine. I was touched.