The rest and recuperation has done me quite a bit of good! My foot (specifically my big toe area) still hurts, but it's a 2-3 compared to the 7 I felt end of the day Saturday.

There was Sunday service which I ended up going to alone. My mom came to town, but she got so sick, she felt she needed to go home. Sucks I didn't get to really see her, but I get it.

The sermon yesterday was a surprisingly nuanced take on mental health, given how easily the church crowd can bungle that topic. The story was 1 Kings 19. Elijah the Prophet is on the run from Ahab and Jezebel after he went biblical on the Prophets of Baal. He eventually finds himself in the desert where, in despair, God instead sends down an angel who feeds him and gives him the strength to not just live, but carry on doing the Lord's work. This leads to Elijah hearing God's voice not in the whirlwind and fire, but in the whisper and culminates in the call of Elisha to join the prophet.

He talked about God providing, yes, but there was also talk about how Christians could provide the proverbial bread and be a (sometimes) literal lifeline to those in despair. He also talked about the still small voice of God and how He sometimes sends someone to share the burden, like Elisha, and challenged us to do the same.

I'm not a particularly religious man (I attend Sunday service for more temporal reasons.), but I don't see any issue with adopting that particular mindset. Whether people actually do that is another thing altogether.

Sleep has been fitful tonight. I've got a possible four hours so far scattered across eight. With daybreak fast approaching, I'm wrestling between just staying up to greet the day or trying to get some extra ZZZZs. It'll probably be the former, but fingers crossed!