How I find myself sitting alone at night sometimes.
Everyone tucked on in.
Me getting into the deep end of the pool.
Going down into the stillness of God.
Getting washed by His Word and by His Love.
Knowing that there is a place I am accepted.
This one small space.
Where I can breathe and where I belong.
Always.
Always to Jesus,
Bernadette
Love the imagery of "going down into the stillness of God." I can feel the soul peace you are writing about, that feeling of safety and belonging. Beautiful.
ReplyDeletewe are not of this place - we are not long for this world - when our work is done here - we go home - where we belong!! love-
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