Strength from Stillness

It always hits me in the middle of a busy week. I groggily roll over to turn off yet another alarm and drag myself awake, recognizing a familiar feeling. Whether from a cold, allergies, or just the weather, my face feels as if it may explode any moment. Once again, the fatal combination of not enough water, not enough sleep, and too much coffee have struck. Reaching for the ibuprofen bottle, I wonder, Why now, Lord? You know all the things I need to do this week.

One of the things I hate the mos...