I wake up at 2am every morning…
Is it fear? Is it anxiety? Is it that dark place that holds the pain?
Eyes burst open, heart racing, I can’t breathe due to fear and being afraid… I grab the top sheet and throw it over my head.
Hide, run, can I be made whole? Truly whole again one day?
Rest, Baby Girl, He has you, as my mentor would say.
He is who He says He is…
I am learning.
To trust, To surrender, To be Free.
Sleep, Baby, Sleep.
He is…The Good Shepherd & The True Vine.
Rest In Him.