I'm tired. Really tired. I'm 'tempted to get out of my car and pull other people out of their cars' tired. Three or four nights a week, I'm waking up around three and not going back to sleep until about six. I get up around six-thirty, so six is not a great time to fall asleeep. I wake up and feel anxious. Sometimes my anxiety seems rational. Other times the anxiety just shows up with nothing really attached to it.
I've been battling fear. I have nightmares about losing the boys. Sometimes when I'm awake, I dream up nightmare scenarios about something bad happening to them. Most of the time, I'm reminded there are people in the world who are experiencing, or who have actually experienced the reality of my nightmares. There are parentless children. There are countless victims of injustice whose parents ache for them.
I feel more aware of the brokenness of this world everyday. But, I have hope.
My King has promised he's coming back. He's making all things new. He is the Prince of Peace and he's bringing justice with him. His kingdom will have no end and the government will be on his shoulders. No more children will starve, get sick, or be taken from their families. Fear and anxiety will live forever with their father. Peace and joy will rest with theirs'.
My hope rests in my Savior. My life and future are safely hidden in him. I am humbled and grateful.
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May you be enveloped by Peace of the Lord. Not the "there, there, Danny" peace but God's perfect peace that passes our understanding. That kind.
only after a peaceful wish from you would i wake up and write haiku!
more poems.
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