I spent my day failing to rest and, in the process, also failing to be fruitful. I accomplished some things but I neglected the state of my soul. When will I learn? If I don't have truth, I have nothing.
Refreshment comes when I look reality in the face. Doing and doing gets some things done, but it leaves me barren. Now the sun has set, and the day is gone. Good things happened in it, but on the whole I think I got in the way, rather than being a channel of peace.
"God be merciful to me / on Thy grace I rest my plea."