The enemy’s plan was a physical nightmare. We are slogging through its shadow as it is halted and hijacked. That is still a psychological nightmare. There are no real breaks, just shifts in venue. A war for the mind goes with you, riding in your own head.
The Devil not only wears you down, but also sells you the poison pick me up. Bit of a shame that the worldly temptations to divert you are so tempting! There are days when Mr Fookitall comes to visit. Thankfully tends to be a short stay visitor.
Back in London? Walk down to Battersea Dogs & Cats Home. Visit with God’s homeless creatures (and they’re the lucky ones there). Have some play time. Take some pictures. Someone who follows you might see one and go and adopt!! That’ll reset you properly. 🥰❤️.
