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a soul won for prayer 
23rd-Aug-2018 11:07 am
It is 10:55 AM Thursday morning here in west Michigan. It is another sunny day. I can hear as I type crickets, which is a sign that another Summer is coming to a close.

For some reason all I want to do today is go back to bed. I do not know why I am so sleepy lately? It scares me feeling so lifeless these days. Where is that gusto for existence in the Wasteland?

I really do not feel like writing down what I have done this morning. My life does not change. Every day is the same.

I thought of going for a walk someplace, but I rather stay home and close my eyes and drift.

The last book I read this morning was titled, 'The Life Of Saint Teresa Of Avila' By Herself. Last night after Carol left for work I made a video and read late into the night from a book titled, 'The Collected Stories Of Machado De Assis' Translated By Margaret Jull Costa And Robin Patterson.

Carol is now off from work four night. This afternoon she renews her car license.

I should go someplace and take photos. I have not been in the mood lately to take pictures.

Well I am falling asleep so I will close to feel empty.

"[30] Then they went out of the city, and came unto him.
[31] In the mean while his disciples prayed him, saying, Master, eat.
[32] But he said unto them, I have meat to eat that ye know not of.
[33] Therefore said the disciples one to another, Hath any man brought him ought to eat?
[34] Jesus saith unto them, My meat is to do the will of him that sent me, and to finish his work." John 4:30-34
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