What is this darkness

I'm supposed to be working right now. I will fully admit that.

Sometimes, not too often, I have a sense of darkness that comes over me. I have to admit I don't know if it's hormones or spiritual warfare. But in case it's the latter, I pray for protection. I pray for the knowledge that my God is in control of the darkness and will deliver me when it's appropriate. I pray for the armor that Paul talks about in Ephesians.

I am having one of those mornings. It's heavy. And I'm trying to work, I don't want to talk, I have to put a good face on it, I would rather go back to bed, but I know if I was in bed I would just be a lump. I can't even explain the seriousness, it seems so silly to my other happy-and-at-peace self that eventually comes back (usually the next day). I feel on edge, ready to weep at a moment's notice. I skimmed the paper this morning and read of a factory in Bangladesh that collapsed with 250+ dead and I just cried for a minute. At my desk. What?!

I'm hoping that it goes away this afternoon because I want to go to a party and enjoy friends who are moving to Germany, along with laughter, fun, beer/wine. We shall see. What is this darkness, anyway? I can't call it depression because it's not long-lasting or even consistent, like a vulture waiting on my shoulder, ready to take advantage.

It is time to read some benedictions.