Bear, bear, bear, bear

8:30pm.

At home. A very late bedtime for the weeWeir.

In fact, it was an exceptionally late bedtime as 10pm was the final sleep time. Jings.

Not been the happiest of days.

Very grateful for the grace we live in, the hope and intent that we live for.

But a general fuzzy flatness has been hanging around. It can beat it.

"when hope is lost, i'll call you saviour
when pain surrounds, i'll call you healer
when silence falls, you'll be the song within my heart"

From Tim Hughes' song here