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.
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.
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