Crackling wood pops out last sparks of the fire and the house sleeps sound as I peck out letters behind a bright screen...
My voice has been quieted these last few weeks. A silence has hushed my fingertips and turned tough times and hard burdens into prayers instead of posts...
How much of the time do I run to the phone or the keyboard, asking for intervention instead of falling to my knees?
Instead, tonight...these last few weeks...I lay down the burden at the wounded feet of the only One who can fully heal the body and the soul...
and as I do, I can hear the faintest but surest whisper of peace spoken into my whole being...
The weight is lifted and my body is trembling but sure...
November air drifts down the chimney blowing out the remainders of any bit of heat...
There is a slight chill in the air...
And the passion and warmth of my prayers and petitions are left at the throne and have been replaced by a cool, sweet peace...
Blown down to my core I sense the spirit of God residing and overriding fear, anxiety, worry...
Quietly and briskly calming this flesh into tranquil serenity...
