“If I say ‘my foot slips,’ Your mercy, O Lord, will hold me up. In the multitude of my thoughts within me, Your comforts delight my...

Our unslain giants awaken us at 2am with their mocking and roiling us in the bed.  The presence of Worry coming to call scraping for something to taunt us with, or the appearance of Shame, slipping into our dreamland with weights and memories we try to escape rattling chains at us like Jacob Marley...