This morning I woke up feeling uneasy. I let my emotions almost win over me. After venting to my husband, I picked up his book Battle Cry by Jason Wilson and read it over breakfast. I couldn't put it down. Although Wilson is talking to an audience of men, I resonated deeply with nearly every chapter. While I still don't like these silent, lonely, unproductive days I've been having, I do have a renewed perspective of God's possible reasoning for isolating me and giving me ample free time:  to heal, to become focused, and to prepare for the next chapter of my life. I have internal work to do and the more I keep trying to cope via the external world, the more downtrodden I'll be. Thank you Allah for guiding me to picking up the book and for the reflection.