Evening Meditation:
Sometimes the present seems worse than the past. The present has fresh wounds, more hurtful than mere memories of wounds past. But one thing I know for certain: I want no drink before my final curtain. A drink, for me, can no longer heal my wounds. Only cause them.
"Anxiety does not empty tomorrow of its sorrow... but only empties today of its strength."
C. H. Spurgeon
Question for Today:
The door of more leads to another door. Won't you, don't you, adore the door? from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Day 72)
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