It is late, I have prayed, I have supported a friend who needed me, and I am settling down to be with God. I hear the low hum of the fan, and the rhythmic chirping of fat, contented crickets outside. The room is cool and my thoughts of the days triumphs and travails are fading fast. I feel good and warm, and I am waiting for that time between the moment my mind clears completely, and sleep overtakes me - that is the time I will let God have everything. I love the night.
*My friends - the last thing on my mind and on my lips will be a prayer for you.
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