Wherefore the king said unto me, Why is thy countenance sad, seeing thou art not sick? This is nothing else but sorrow of heart. Then I was very sore afraid, And said unto the king, Let the king live forever: why should not my countenance be sad, when the city, the place of my fathers’ sepulchres, lieth waste, and the gates thereof are consumed with fire? Then the king said unto me, For what dost thou make request? So I prayed to the God of heaven. Nehemiah 2:2-4 KJV

My breakfast is sitting in front of me, yet my thoughts are on distant things. I try to shift back to the present, but those thoughts howl at me and I turn back in their direction. Distracted, upset and confused, I look at my eggs and take a bite. Such are moments consumed with despair.

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