Love - the fuel for life
The midnight hour is at hand and sleep has taken a walk. I sit in bed punching away at the keys, hoping my "neighbor" will not stir. Andrea Bocelli radio plays in the back ground: gentle voices like Josh Groban and Aled Jones chip in but mostly, I can't sleep. In theory I could close my eyes and drift away but my mind will not hush. Today marks the beginning of a new year. I'm thankful that; I'm alive - a sinner saved by grace. I'm loved. My quirks make me want to hibernate in a dark cave - the filth too much for even me but I come home to a hug and shrills of excitement, then I'm reminded there is grace. It is not over. I can start a fresh with the next sun rise. Love is the fuel that keeps this engine running.
