Today was an odd day. Scattered through the day came bit of news that my old employer was laying off another round of people many of whom I know. It is the strangest feeling of remembered sadness from all the times I was in the middle of it, and odd guilt that I am finally free of that particular endless circle of pain. I found the words to the anthem we sang tonight at choir practice spoke directly to my heart.
I'm weary with my former toil,
Here I will sit and rest awhile:
Under the shadow I will be,
Of Jesus Christ the apple tree.
This fruit doth make my soul to thrive,
It keeps my dying faith alive;
Which makes my soul in haste to be
With Jesus Christ the apple tree.
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