There is much noise in the world today. Long lists of things to do and little time to play.
Choices steal moments away as she wonders whether to blog or actually write in her journal. Perhaps her Bible study requires her attention. Lists of things are not much fun.
Her boys tucked away in bed, her husband out on the softball field. Heavy eyelids, but laundry calls. If her house were clean, maybe this would not be such a sad song.
