I love blue skies and a cool breeze, so you think that today's weather would be perfect for me. But I look outside my window and feel mocked. The bright, happy sun is laughing at me; and the supposedly soothing draft is biting at my skin.
Sleeping through the torture is not a feasible option either. I shiver to think of what I see when I close my eyes.
In Acts 1:4 (NIV), Jesus, You tell us, "Wait for the gift my Father promised." Lord, I know you promise blessings to those who lay their lives down for you and take up their cross, to those who are suffering. But right now, the valley seems bigger, darker, realer. Please let the light of Your hope pierce through the darkness . . . for both me and my beloved.
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