I awoke from a long sleep in my soft bed; I recall sleeping around eight o'clock at night, I felt drowsy for crying it all out like a child.
I'm just really tired. Maybe that's the Lord's way of telling me that even in times of sadness and grief, with the blink of an eye, he can release the unrest and sadness of our lives in this sinful world.
Even though the world is cruel, there is always hope, and there is always a choice, which encourages us to strive for the better.
Now that I'm experiencing heaviness in my chest as a result of a direct confrontation with my sister, I turned off the alarm last night so I could sleep soundly, because, as they say, a good night's sleep on Christmas Eve will bring Santa to your house; that's what I used to believe, but it's become somewhat of a habit.
