Another Wrinkle (Psalm 37:4)

Another one is hurting with wounds not quickly healed and relationships not easily repaired.  Another day of battles in a war we don't want to be fighting.  Another baby lost and another empty spot in the family Christmas photo.  Another diagnosis and another hurdle in the journey to freedom.  

Always another wrinkle in the unraveling fabric of my world.  I stretch my toes beneath it, cautiously enjoying my own comforts.  Blessings tucked on either side, soft snoring reassures.  My head rests on my pillow though my mind is anything but restful.  

He is many things this day, but He is not my delight because my delight is absent.