I was buried beneath my sheets, my pillow saturated with tears.
To avoid making a sound, I tightened my teeth.
I reflected on everything that had happened.
With my throat too dry to speak, I raised my gaze to the hills and my hands to heaven.
I was buried beneath my sheets, my pillow saturated with tears.
To avoid making a sound, I tightened my teeth.
I reflected on everything that had happened.
With my throat too dry to speak, I raised my gaze to the hills and my hands to heaven.
Dear God,
Not only is being single difficult, but the worst part is that my body refuses to accept it.
I’m driven by an internal yearning for physical contact and emotional connection.
This is for someone and what He says to one He says to all.
I advice that you read both the KJV and Good news translations.