It is a dark and weary night.

Ah and how do I need this night of rest! It has been a long and most tiresome week…but now my Father has granted me a night where I can be alone and rest in Him. At peace. Joyful. Confident that no matter what hurricane assail, I need have no doubt or fear. I am watched. I am held. I am loved. Never shall I fret when I am lavished with such grace as sits upon my shoulders! Never shall I weep when I am blessed with such an encompassing love eternal! Never! Cruel and raging world – you hold no chains to me. I serve a higher Master. I serve a greater Lord. Oh love-torn songs and notes of wonder! Falling veils and dancing thunder! I do not cry for loss, no – I weep for love. Jesus my God – hold me still. Bliss and poetry and writ of heaven. I bow my head.

What more can I say?

And as the aroma of meatloaf wafts through the room, I think dinnertime calls my name. Tonight is a good night. Peace, my friends.