Desperate for peace of mind.
Space … physical, emotional.
For a speck of softness among shattered glass.
At times, a heart so frantic that the body hums to its rhythm, vibrating.
Yet, we know that we know Jesus.
And that should change things.
It should change things … the cancer diagnosis, death of a child, kidnapping.
Desperate footsteps from pacing.
Desperate whirling thoughts.
And when finally sleep comes after the cacophony days, it is a welcome robber.