Beads

Waking up in the middle of the night. A restless continuing night. Its quiet. Serene. Your alone. Just you and your thoughts. Then you do the most unlikely thing.

You take it in your hands. With shaking hands you hold it and look at it with fearful respect.

But it is not to be feared. Is often neglected though.

One bead at a time. And with every bead calm returns.

So does hope. So does knowledge of the truth. The strength to accept it.


And once again, He has pulled me through.




It's time I started using my obvious advantage.