While he sleeps, I stay awake and dream. As the faint light of the moon peers through the sheerness of the curtains, it ushers in a sweet peacefullness that comes with the night; the house calms to distant whispers and occassional faint giggles. My mind is bombarded with memories of today's events and thoughts of how tomorrow will play out. Then my thoughts turn to meditations and my heart turns to prayer, and I commune with my Father. If I'm quiet and I'm still, I can hear Him. I recognize His voice, and sometimes I am almost certain that I can hear Him sing. The beautiful melodies of grace and mercy envelope me, and I find myself captivated by His love. How precious these moments are. How tender is His love for me, and I can't help but wonder how and why He loves me like He does. I fail time and time again, but the song He sings over me reminds me that He lifts me up and makes all things new, that who He created me to be is more than I can imagine and more than I can dream. I can feel His breath as He whispers in my ear the secrets that He wants me to hear... and I know that the desires He has placed in my heart will become reality if I will only put my trust and my confidence in Him. Oh, how I love Him, the Lover of my soul.
