It’s 4 am

It’s not always easy to trust when history hasn’t been the kindest.

It’s not always easy to receive when you’ve been programmed that nothing comes without sacrifice or a cost.

It’s 4 am, and one day I’ll be waking up to kiss that special one on the cheek just to say, “You’re my angel. You make each second of my day brighter, even when we don’t see eye to eye. I love you. I’m grateful for you.” He smiles. We cuddle closer with a tight embrace with soft kisses as we gracefully merge back into dream land… well, after.. you know… tehehee.

It’s 4 am, and I value the ability to breathe deep and say thank you for the life that you’ve given me. May I use it for your glory and with overflowing love and dedication.

It’s 4 am, and this coffee isn’t picking me up like it used to but it’s okay. I’m ready (in my Spongebob voice).

It’s 4 am and I don’t know what’s in store for today but I pray that the seeds I have planted produce a bountiful harvest. I pray that the love I’ve released digs deep into the soul of others. I pray that today is the day that my vision becomes a reality. I pray that there’s more sunshine within than rain. I pray that we all are protected and filled with a wholeness that keeps us pressing toward the highest good.

It’s 4 am… I express my gratitude.  I needed to write.

In thee, oh Lord, I place my trust, my love, and my strength. Guide me to where I need to go.