It is late. I go to my windows to draw the blinds and the moon catches my eyes and draws the breath from my lungs all at the same time. Why is it that the moon moves me so? I am drawn to it.
I step out my front door and all is so achingly quiet. Everyone is inside sleeping and I hear God whisper, "It's just you and Me."
I walk around our front courtyard and feel the stress of the day melt away from me like hot wax too close to the flame.
How I wish I could always feel this way...standing so peaceful in the eye of the storm around me. And maybe I can stay this way. Maybe that is just what You're teaching me, Lord.
Love,
birdie
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