Murky Days in Hell


I was meditating, early in the day
when I reached for what was left
of my second cup of coffee.

It had separated into murkiness.
I was staring into a mirror of my
current state and circumstances.

Murky. Simply murky. But I got
in the car to take care of the
business at hand. The drive was

murder both ways, but I was in
and out in ten minutes. The
dismal deed was done. Gasp!

I was so stressed out when I
got back home, I couldn’t
write on my Mac, so I opened

my old HP and killed aliens in
Halo until I couldn’t see straight.
That would be about an hour.

Which is about all The Covenant
I can take. Playing this game for
fourteen years now and Holy

Smokes! I found a new way to
kill The Hunters by using the
overcharge power output of

a Plasma pistol. Got ’em both.
So, I made it through this gloomy
day after all. I stay amazed at

how God’s grace is enough for
me even on these stupid days
when hope fell off the edge into

the abyss at my feet. This calls
for an end of day fresh cup.
Espresso this time. Espresso to

sip, think, reflect, and wait. And
to give thanks. I’m alone and my
life is a mess. But coffee is good.

I never tire of Halo. I never tire
of God’s goodness on these
murky days in hell. (Satan isn’t

on break during Christmas; he
never takes a day off.) So, try
espresso. Try Halo. Try God.

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