The Start of Week Five

It is late, and I am tired. But I wanted to write.

My heart is heavy and sad.

I am broken.

I weep, crying without tears.

The God I'm learning to know is big enough for that.

Sorrow, pain and brokenness is all around me.

Is all inside me.

And so I gaze out into the ocean side to find peace.

And believe that peace and joy will come in the morning.

And I finish another day, trusting that I am completing 

the tasks set out for ME to accomplish.

And I hug and snuggle this little girl.

Being an Auntie.

Seeing joy.

And I sleep. Asking for peaceful healing dreams.

And I believe.

"But now, Lord, what do I look for? My hope is in you." Psalm 39:7

"You turned my wailing into dancing; 

your removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy." Psalm 30:11

The Sun Is Out: I am Happy

I have a love/hate relationship with the time change.

When my alarm went off this morning at 6:45am, 

and I did not like it at all.

When the sun was out at 6:30pm,

I loved it.