As I lay awake
With my head on the pillow
I recount the day and think
about people I know and
have known. I think about
my many blessings and
how time seals the gap
how it heals the hole
in your middle.
Feeling helpless is a result
of loving so much – the fear
of losing so much.
Pray instead. Fall asleep in His arms.
As I said in a prior post, thoughts have been swirling around me and the people appear to be acrobats dangling by a thread. Maybe it’s just me getting older and worrying more about things, but every day brings a new challenge and something else to pray about. I don’t think there’s been a night this week I haven’t gone to bed “in God‘s arms.” Falling asleep praying is something I used to feel guilty about, but have since realized we are just tucked safely in His arms. I wish I could tuck each and every person I’ve heard about over the past several weeks safely in God’s arms, but it is not to be. Prayer will have to do.
It seems as though terrible tragedies like the storm on the East coast and other people near and far I have encountered seem to be living with serious health problems. I wish I could reach out to each and every person and give just an ounce of encouragement. I must sit back, as we all do, and leave it to God. It’s difficult to send your children to school in a world of such uncertainty. Nothing is certain though is it?
