Pulling my covers up to my chin, I stare out the cracks of my closed blinds to see the twinkling stars and soft glow of the moon. I hear the hum of our sound machine and the steady breathing of my husband beside me as I roll over yet again trying not to wake him. Everything around me is at peace except my mind. The weighted blanket on me feels like the weight of my burdens, and the clock beside me reminds me it is much past my bedtime.
As I began replacing my angst with the name of Jesus, my heart and mind also began to steady. To continue reading visit:
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