I am sitting by myself on a park bench, enjoying a cup of coffee. A cool breeze blowing, the warm evening sun filtering through the trees. A special treat and a much needed reprieve from a busy, usually crazy bedtime routine.
Time alone. This should speak freedom. Instead it seems foreign. Striking an unsettling cord.
Absent of noise, the quiet seems deafening. Without the meeting of obvious, persistent needs , I feel void of purpose. Minus the whirling, spinning, constant activity, the stillness unnerves me.
Your name means “Tower”.
Last night I woke a little after one in the morning. I felt restless, my eyes wide open. I sensed a nudge and a voice saying, pray. As I did, my husband tossed and turned next to me. A few minutes later he rose with his pillow in hand, walking out of our bedroom. I went to him and he told me he did not know why but he was unable to sleep. He planned to rest on the couch as not to disturb me.
Even so, there are many nights that I lie awake and wonder if I really know their heart song. If I am way off key in nurturing their little hearts. If I am singing of God’s perfect, unconditional love or screaming loud, my imperfect, conditional love.
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