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 several hard weeks pile up

diseases and cures maim kids

I have a front row seat to a tragedy I don’t want to see

and I burn the dinner from Trader Joe’s that I only have to heat up

I skip small group and cancel appointments

I read in check out lines and at stop lights

I can’t seem to sleep enough, ever

never enough sleep

and yet there are graces all around me

her hand brings me this, held behind her back, grin so very wide

he simply says, “for your desk”

he buys flowers for the little miss, too

and we both smile at her delight

and God is good

and tomorrow is a new day

and he says he likes burnt pot stickers

and what I see and feel is not all that there is

and the tragedy is part of a fairytale still being written

and I believe in the midst of  my unbelief, I believe