It was a restless night.
I tossed and turned, going over and over in my mind why the blog I had spent all day writing was just not working.
It was dead. Lifeless. Gray. Like what would greet me when I finally got up and parted my bedroom curtains.
Slipping from my bed, I debated...leave the lace curtains closed and keep hope alive, or part them and look upon another dreary winter's day.
And the brush pile. A product of last summer's cleanup, we had never taken the time to burn it and rid our yard of its eyesore.
It sat there. Day after day. Mocking me every morning. Ugly. Unfinished. Unnecessary.
And my blog.
As I parted the curtains, I prayed...Oh Lord, don't let me slip. I need life, your Life. All I hunger and thirst for on the outside, is only what I desperately need on the inside-- You.
And then I saw it.