It is silence from You while I’m sitting here sobbing that may be the biggest gift today. The fact that You are listening to me as I listen to the melody that is moving me to listen. I’m tired. And here come the tears again. I’m tired of these tears that come when I least expect them – the hurt I feel for my family. I’m broken. How do you look on this and not want to get angry? But you are the God of mercy. The division is too — much for me. The hostility.
Come, Lord. With your love & comfort for me. Now, I just want to sleep.
your tender haired girl
Ps. Thank you for being near my broken heart and the space to cry. I wish I could feel your arms.
Fmf prompt: silence. — is where the timer stopped.
Part of Nanowrimo project: Letters From A Tender Haired Girl. (Previous letter found here with previous letters at bottom of post.