How often we go to bed wishing that the things that happened that day would never come again, that somehow while we sleep, the darkness of the night would envelope the uneventful event of the day and the bright rays of the sun would paint it fresh.  Also, how often we wish the day would never end and the night go on and on where words like boredom and mundane life cease to have meaning and definition and all we want is to enjoy the presence of that moment and only if, only if, we could capture it forever, trap it before it slips from the last hours of the night and before the wee hours of the morning arrives, and hold it in the palm of our hand so that we may always have it.

How often I have gone to bed with these thoughts – good days and bad days.  I am human.  No one knows it more clearly than my family and specially my husband.  Like everyone else I break and I crush.  Like everyone else, I fall and get bruised.  How in those moments I wish I was invisible and somewhere far far away, where I can just be alone.

PSLAM 139 : Where can I go from your presence, where can I flee

                     If I go up to the heavens you are there, if I make my bed in the depths you are there

                    If I rise on the wings of dawn, if I settle on teh far side of the sea

                   Even there your hand will guide me, your right hand will hold me fast.

How often my father has stooped down just to raise a lowly, stubborn, self centered human like me.  How often my daddy, in his love and mercy , has used close friends to speak to me.  And Abe, my dearest Abe, how glad I am to have him.  What a gift from god.  Always stands by me and has never failed to direct my gaze back to daddy.

Where would I be without his grace and love?

I am human yet I am the image of God the almighty.  I am frail but God is my help and my portion forever.  I am small, but with God nothing is impossible!!!!

Keep me safe Lord.  Keep us safe Lord.