We cover up for some rest.
Close our eyes.
The breathing slows...
And sometimes sleep is sweet.
And sometimes it isn't.
Right now my sleep, when it comes, is the playground for dark dreams.
And if your strife strikes at your sleep
Remember spring swaps snow for leaves
You'll be happy and wholesome again
When the city clears and sun ascends
~Winter Winds, Mumford & Sons~
It's no fun to be in dark places.
But here is where sanctification happens,
when we fall in love all over again
with the God who preserves us even when He doesn't rescue us.
Here's to the soon coming of spring.
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