Some days, some seasons, are simply too heavy (or even delightful) to just move on to the next without resting in them a while - to contemplate, to pray, to grieve or savor.
I've passed by "the noxious streams of sin and sorrow" and I'm grieving for the woman who's lived without love and the truly impoverished and the friend drowning in alcohol; and the ordinary stuff of my good life - laundry, reading, cleaning, writing - measures meaningless against such suffering.
We shall yet with joy draw water out of the wells of salvation, though now for a season we have to pass by the noxious streams of sin and sorrow. ~ Spurgeon
