it's a gentle nudge in the moments before the sun has topped the trees. a calling of sorts. there was a time when it was something to be checked off my list. devotions? check. prayer? check. now it is like a friend waiting with coffee in hand to hear about my best and worst moments. she leans in as i whisper the things that haunt my soul, my struggles. her brows furrow as she takes in every word, branding them on her heart. when i cry, she cries. when i laugh, she laughs. she nods her head as i pour out. she's been there. she's walked this road before.
she reminds me of her love and the folly of it all.
that is why i meet her in the morning.
*linking up with carissa for miscellany monday
*just writing with heather the eo