I dream of making you smile,
falling into Your arms, Your
laughter against my eardrum.
My child, you’ve done so well
with all the earthy sorrow–I’ve
watched you cry yourself in the
dark, wanting to know why why
why. but now, here, I can hold you
fmf prompt: dream. I think this my dream, more than writing or someone buying drawing of mine. Though I want those, too, I think one of my dreams I just realized is to be on a bunch of authors launch teams. It’s something about supporting others that write too, that’s getting to me. That I get help in this way. But more than that, my dream is being in Jesus’ arms.