Sitting on the porch in the North Georgia mountains,
trying to write, trying to hear, trying to pray, almost feeling guilty for not. I want to make it happen. Nothing is coming. Finally, after battling the thoughts, I decide to just sit. Just be. And it’s
okay. Just be in the presence of
my Lover. No need for words, no need for force. Just relax, sink into the
warmth of the blanket and breathe in the cold air that chills the tip of my
nose. It’s a clear night, moonlight shining through the bare tree branches,
making silhouettes against the twinkling sky full of stars. It’s good to just
sit with Him. I don’t have to talk. He doesn’t have to either. But I know He’s
there, and He enjoys my presence, too. And that’s enough.
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