Song 43

v1
God, would you clear my name?
These people! What the HELL?!
They weigh me down with their tricks and their cruelty.

v2
You are God, and I count on you to be there for me.
It feels like you've abandoned me.
It feels like you've consigned me to walk around with
my heart on my sleeve, despite the danger around me.

v3
Send out a guide to find me here in this mess.
Bring me close to you.

v4
I want to come to your very feet.
I will praise you there, in the only ways I know:
with dancing and singing, O God!
I will write you a song.

v5
Why am I freaking out?
Why am I so sad?
Oh, Soul, trust in God.
Look forward to the time when you will praise him!
Oh, you will!

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What did it take me to get here, in Casablanca? 

The flight was less than seven hours, a red-eye from DC to Casablanca. I even had the great honor of being able to sprawl across three seats because by luck my row had not sold out. That afforded me three hours of low-quality sleep. Three hours of sleep provides you with just enough energy to stand in passport control for over an hour, but not quite enough energy to remember how to get to the train station from baggage claim. Missed that first train. Whatever. 

What did it take me to get here, in front of a computer with thoughts?

It took me some crying, a good video chat, dinner with friends, time in prayer, twelve hours of sleep, two cups of coffee, a load of laundry, two episodes of something on Netflix, and a banana. 

It was good to be in the United States.

It is good to be back in Morocco.