His gentle breathing was barely audible over the sound of the ocean
waves, lapping onto the shore inside our white noise machine. He
had fallen asleep soon after his head found the pillow, exhausted from
the “what if” conversation path that had lead us in circles, no closer
to an answer than when we had begun. I lay still, my eyes refusing to
close. The only movement in the room was the clicking of green
digital minutes, and then hours, on the alarm clock next to our bed.
Silent tears began to roll. And then, finally..finally, I cried out to God.
No sooner than I had called His name, I was calmed. His peace covered
me like a blanket. I knew then that no matter my future, my God was near. I took in a
breath of pure hope, snuggled against my husband, and slept.
“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you
rest.” -Matthew 11:28 NIV
When the story of my life turns intense with drama, why does it take so
long for me to reach out to the author of my life?
waves, lapping onto the shore inside our white noise machine. He
had fallen asleep soon after his head found the pillow, exhausted from
the “what if” conversation path that had lead us in circles, no closer
to an answer than when we had begun. I lay still, my eyes refusing to
close. The only movement in the room was the clicking of green
digital minutes, and then hours, on the alarm clock next to our bed.
Silent tears began to roll. And then, finally..finally, I cried out to God.
No sooner than I had called His name, I was calmed. His peace covered
me like a blanket. I knew then that no matter my future, my God was near. I took in a
breath of pure hope, snuggled against my husband, and slept.
“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you
rest.” -Matthew 11:28 NIV
When the story of my life turns intense with drama, why does it take so
long for me to reach out to the author of my life?
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