I don't know why.
Things are going well with our part in the Kony campaign and the famine is tomorrow, but I kind of just wasted away in the solitude of my room tonight.
I don't feel very good and I really hope I'm not Hezekiah:
"I chirp like a swallow or a crane; I moan like a dove. My eyes grow weak looking upward. Lord, I am oppressed; support me. What can I say? He has spoken to me, and He himself has done it. I walk along slowly all years because of the bitterness of my soul."
Isaiah 38:14-15
What's happening to me?
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