Cried at His feet

Last night, I had another sleepless night. Even if I go to sleep early, and with a peaceful heart, somehow I wake up a few hours later. It is become normal to me.

I went to the living room, grabbed the big huge folder of cds. Went to my kids room and sat on Daughter's bed. Put on the headphones, and started listening to a Hillsongs CD.

I sang along in my mind. I could not make noise for my son was sleeping in his bed. I thank God for my children, and asked him to bless each one. I prayed close to my son, asked God to always keep him in his paths. I pray they never drift away from his ways.

I asked God to help me be a good role model for my children. I turned to look at daughter's bed. An empty bed. Oh, how I miss her. I wish I could give her a hug.

"She will soon be back, do not worry. Let go of your fears." I heard silently in my heart. God was comforting me. I felt like, if I was at his feet, with my head on his lap, and I cried. I could not contain my tears and sobs any longer.

"Oh Lord, please let tomorrow come soon! I want to see my daughter again, and embrace her, and let her know how much I love her. Please Lord, let her know in a dream that you love her and that I love her. May she feel my hug." This was my prayer last night.

Today, I praise God. In a few hours, I will see my daughter again. I can't wait to hear, all the great things that happened at camp. I continue to pray for their safe trip back home.

Son just left to school. Husband left to work early as usual. My brother is in his room, sleeping. I am here in the office, typing this post.

Outside my window, the sky is cloudy. It is quiet around my home at the moment. I will be getting up soon, to go about my daily chores. I hear the puppies waking up and making noises.

The words of the song, I am listening to, as I type this post. "That I will bless the Lord forever, I'll bless Your holy Name."