I've been praying this week, a bit more than usual. Carving out quiet times, seeking sacred spaces. Writing it down, these stories and promises, words flowing like air. I read them again and again, listening for His voice, asking Him...
How will this work? Show us the way.
It's harder than it ought to be, reading and writing and saying... Yes, I believe.
I drink the words in, taste them on my tongue... God, give mercy.
It's not much, these four syllables, overlapping in my brain and my heart. It's not much, but those five minutes or 10 seconds are all I have.
And for now, for today, it is enough.