It's bedtime. So I'm deep in thought.
Yet, exhaustion overtakes my epiphanies and just as I begin to sculpt the words to have something tangible to share with the world of a little of my pathos... It fades away into the background like the sparkles of fireworks turning to glowing embers then gray impressions tracing the last of their trajectory in my imagination.
*sigh *
*shoulders slump *
I want to be known.
His Spirit testifies with mine that I am not alone. I move and groan inside and echo His heart beat. God longs to be known!
The crickets vibrate their medicinal beat, lulling me to rest. Created as a gift for a natural sleep aid. Acoustically tucking me in with a steady blanket of sound.
The soft mountain breeze snuggling the aspen leaves and they sigh sweetly in response. I surrender to the best nest that catches my thoughts and lets them incubate for another night. They will hatch when it is time.
*fingers relax *
*hand rests gently on pillow *
*soft breathing and crickets lullaby weave together, while the wind whispers in the trees... I love you... You are not alone...*
Night night
