i have lost count how many hours i've been on the road the last few days. the vibrations and the driving and the exhaustion are beyond words at this point. falling in bed with the jeans that i've worn on and off 3 days in a row, the shirt, the socks that i ran out of and had to recycle, and i wouldn't even bother to take the glasses off -- it would be the sweetest sleep... it is 8:07.

i was passing a truck and on the drivers door it said "PSALM 121", i was really curios about such a bold statement. let's be honest, we associate siluettes of naked chicks instead of psalm quotations with truck drivers. so i looked psalm 121 up.

sometimes, when i am at my lowest, i need to spend some time praying and reading the bible. it feels like i plug myself into goodness and rechange my battery. it never fails. too often i feel like i just keep screwing up and doing everything wrong. this knowing that no matter what, he's got my back, gets me through the low points.

i exhale.