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I'm so tired. I've lost my voice. Posting platitudes instead of praise. At a loss for something to say. Sometimes things are better left unsaid.. there I go again, truth's profundity obscured by cliche. The sun is rising, or as I tell my son, not really, we're all just spinning. And now I crawl into bed, God's gift is beside me, 3 year old, transparent, and there's no shame in that. Until he grows up. He doesn't want the limits imposed on him, he doesn't understand why. At 41 years of age, I too resist, and often don't understand why. Other than there is a Father that also loves me. And someday too, I'll understand why.