Tired

I am tired.

As in, deep-in-my-bones, I-wake-up-tired-and-stay-tired-all-day-and-am-tired-when-I-go-to-bed tired.

As in, sometimes-I-struggle-to-open-my-eyes-in-the-morning, and yawn-87-times-just-during-1st-period tired.

As in, I-sometimes-want-to-quit-just-so-I-can-sleep-past-five-a.m. tired.

And yet Dorian and Jose and Charitey and Wendy and Fannie and Kiyanna and Chris and Wesley and 85 more of them keep me coming back. That, and daily miracles of the Lord. It is only by his grace that I am still standing.