meditātiō

Another moment late at night. About to head to sleep. Quietness, so familiar. The wind and crickets interact outside my window, left open to welcome the midnight breeze. Reflection. Thanksgiving. Worship. Solitude embraces the quiet as a brother of solace. Gone are the frustrations of the day. All that remains is the heart in silent repose before the Lord. Waiting. Listening. Hoping.

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