
It's morning. Another night has sung its song. Soft and low, almost inaudible at times. Loud and too long, at others, as my churning heart cannot still, cannot submit to the hush, cannot embrace rest. I wake, still tired. Fluff my pillow and sit up. I'll take just a few minutes and pray. Reset my mind before the day even starts. And I can almost see from my bed, that kitchen sink. … [Read more...]


















