Goodnight.

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I'll say a heavier prayer tonight.  Getting to bed earlier, should be able to do an half hour prayer.  I'll try to give ten minutes of quiet listening after.  Fifteen minutes if possible.  We'll see.  Yea, I'll get most of you, and sometimes two or three times.  The powerful, the meek, the wise, fools, and the tweeners.  I wear a lot of shoes, don't know about you, but even I get hit a lot.

Tired, but better.  Sleepy.  Sore.  Weary.  But grateful to be so.  I love it when I can push through to exhaustion, even physical pain from using muscles enough, or muscles which haven't been used in a while.  Something about being sore, weary, tired, and the rest that... reminds me that I have things to do.

I don't pray to God to relieve the pain.  I request that he accept my suffering with joy, on both sides I hope.  I work in His honor.  In part to create the gifts as mentioned.  I can't give much money, but I can give this.  And the humility that comes with it.

Sleep well.  Goodnight.