Weighed Down
There was a time when i thought rest would never come to me. I was so physically and mentally worn out that a deep exhaustion had settled in my bones. Life was pretty much on autopilot - work, home, church, eat, sleep, repeat. No time for dreaming, no time to pause, no time for conversations or to mourn the days lost. One October, as I settled in for the evening after a particularly long day, JT brought me my birthday present. To this day, it's still one of the best presents I have ever received. It didn't come neatly wrapped in a coloured wrapper or tied with a bow. It wasn't in a box I could jiggle to try and guess its contents, nor was it something from my list of "Things I need". Which by the way is just titles of books...books and more books. It was instead a grey squarish chunk and it was HEAVY. My tired arms dragged the parcel towards me and as I peeled back the packaging, my eyes darted to his face questioningly. His expression - amused with a boyish ...