What if your blessings come through rain drops, What if Your healing comes through tears, What if a thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know You're near .... What if my greatest disappointments or the aching of this life, Is the revealing of a greater thirst this world can't satisfy, What if trials of this life, The rain, the storms, the hardest nights, Are your mercies in disguise <3
8:33 am. The sun never failed to show itself then, flooding light through my windows and over me, warming my body as I drank my tea. A half loaf of bread was lying on the window seat behind me. I glanced at it and smiled. He had always told me to stop putting food on the seat. "It'll bring ants," he would say. But it was a habit of mine. As was waking up in time for sunrise. They would be habits I would never break. I stared out the windows, taking in the awakening world.