I confess it. I’m tired. I’m in bed at 9:19 pm and not ashamed. Not in the least.

It’s not like I haven’t been sleeping. I may not get in my full 8 hours, but I do get at least 6 most nights.

I have another confession. I had this blog lined up with the tag “Mondays are good again” and I had it all planned out until I realized that it was Wednesday. So much for that bright idea.

The problem is that it took me way too long to figure out that it wasn’t Monday. I must be tired.

The good news in all of this is that even when I’m bone-weary, I serve a God who never slumbers or sleeps, but watches over you and me ceaselessly.

That makes these tired bones very happy.