You have recorded my troubles. You have kept a list of my tears – Psalm 56:8
Birdsong wakes me up and I shield my eyes from the morning sun – rays muffled by dark curtains but finding the cracks and beaming through. It’s a struggle to face another day in this journey of abandonment. Yes I’m still here, another day but still left behind.
I stumble out of bed seeking comfort. Kettle boils – cup of tea. My beautiful hot teacup radiates warmth into my soul as I sit in my nook. Breathe in…breathe out. Grace always knows where I am and soon I am enfolded.
I’ll let go of sorrow for this moment. Right now I know I’ll be fine. I wish this moment will last for the rest of my life.