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.

STOP! THINK!

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.