There are days when I’m like,”God, what do you have for me today?”
And there’s silence.
And yet, today anyway, there’s also a deep, gentle peace. Peace like a momma holding her two-year old sleeping baby girl. Peace like a man holding his woman’s hand and just watching the sunset. Peace like quiet. Peace like flowers silently unfurling. Peace like a hug, or cookies and milk, or a beloved stuffed animal (or, in my case, pillow) snuggled tight.
Be still. Breathe it in. Hold it close. Rest.
God is good, all the time.