October 16, 2012
the beautiful words, part 1
Ann's service is Thursday, and I've been waiting... for the rest of the words.
I did not press, because the time is not yet too short... but the clock is ticking.
My eyes sprung open in the wee hours of the morning, long before even the darkest hour. And with the open eyes came a river of words. The words. The ones that I have prayed for. So what do you do, but crawl from beneath the covers and write...
Could I ask you to pray for me?
Because while I have faith that He will hold me up, He might also need to carry me...