We have seen the hope
Of Your healing
Rising from our souls
Is the feeling
We are drawing close
Your light is shining through
Of Your healing
Rising from our souls
Is the feeling
We are drawing close
Your light is shining through
The clock read sometime after midnight, but I was still up. It had been a full day brimming over with grace. Tender mercies had been sprinkled along the path despite the thistles that threatened to tear the cloth of my faith. My eyes burned with having seen so much life in a day. Time to sleep.
Yet as I wrapped myself with the
invitation of a warm bed, my body began to surrender to the
heaviness of slumber, when I heard a cry from her bedroom. Little one had been
stirred by a bad dream and needed mommy's comfort. I pulled the
heavy blankets up over my head as if to hide from the boogy man and
pretend like it would go away. I didn't want to get up. I wanted
sleep. But she cried and she called, so I went.
