Complications.

D2 of Daniel's fast, and it ain't easy...not on the gastric front nor on the life-in-general front.

I thought that once I had gained God's perspective on things, things would be easier (or at least I would be more gracious in facing these things), but it seems God intends to stretch my frayed self even more with tiredness, endless responsibilities, annihilation of my best-laid plans, a nagging mum, and tutorials that are like having a tooth extracted by rusty pliers without LA.

People have different names for a man who stands up under the odds: "grace under pressure", "true mettle", "rock-solid".....but right now I feel like a fat pancake (hmm that's an oxymoron right). Aaaanyway. In God will I trust.