Caffeine & Ryan Adams aren’t enough this morning.

I need some clarity; I feel like I’m reading & writing through a fog.

God, brush away the cobwebs.  Send your breeze, your pneuma, like a dry-line through my mind, moving out the clouds and haze and bringing in cool, dry, clear, fresh air.

By your Spirit, let me see and say what is accurate, true, and needed.

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