I use to look forward to Sundays so much. My favoutite day of the week, but now they fill me with a sick feeling deep in my stomach. My mind wishing and willing, for things to go back to how they were. I sit and wait, and write my thoughts, listening for the voice from above. He spoke to me once this week already, and he is a busy man. My progress feels like a long walk on the beach. So many steps taken,but looking back on my travels,the waters of my mind have washed away those footprints. Waiting to for the fog to lift, destination then visible. I know my path is the right one, but a view would be nice encouragement.