I have stood in Despair's closet, staring into the precipice of Doubt. I have cried for His affection. Before I could measure the affliction of my own heart, He swooped me up, placing kisses on my cheek.
My King, my Maker, my Daddy.
He hears the pad-pad of my foot steps, crossing Night's cold floor. In the darkness of my own delusions, I trace my hand on the curve of the wall, each step careful. I don't want to trip, or stumble in blindness. I have to make it to my Father's room in time...
...before the nightmares catch up.
He is the Night Light ever burning.
The One Quietude that envelopes me like a soft blanket, lulling me back to sleep.
Yawning hushful praises, I remember that I was never alone in the first place.
(Lamentations 2:19a).
“Arise, cry out in the night, as the watches of the night begin; pour out your heart like water in the presence of the Lord”
(Lamentations 2:19a).
“Arise, cry out in the night, as the watches of the night begin; pour out your heart like water in the presence of the Lord”
