"Abba," escapes from my lips. Exhaustion tries to escape.
"Yes. I AM here." A whisper. Rain graces the earth. And my thirsty soul.
Sigh. Gratitude. That's just what I need to know, to hear. Tears escape. Sigh.
Child, He is there. Always. For you.
Friday, July 30, 2010
I AM Here.
Pull up to the diaper station at an angle. Lock right brake. Start removing baby bands. Tears spring up. I am needy. Gaze out the window. Darkness looms. Thunder rumbles. It's early afternoon.
"Abba," escapes from my lips. Exhaustion tries to escape.
"Yes. I AM here." A whisper. Rain graces the earth. And my thirsty soul.
Sigh. Gratitude. That's just what I need to know, to hear. Tears escape. Sigh.
Child, He is there. Always. For you.
"Abba," escapes from my lips. Exhaustion tries to escape.
"Yes. I AM here." A whisper. Rain graces the earth. And my thirsty soul.
Sigh. Gratitude. That's just what I need to know, to hear. Tears escape. Sigh.
Child, He is there. Always. For you.