LIVING WITH ALS – My Thorn . . .

The ALS hours

In the Early morning hour I sit alone quietLy. Hoping, praying I hear your voice. I sit alone . . . And pray and . . . Wait..
Now and then, a tear runs down my cheek
Being ‘still’, I listen Lord, there’s nothing here to hear, my beloved’s asleep . . near me . . . in our bed
I could wake her but she needs her sleep instead
So I sit here in my chair without speaking, continuing to listen
… praying I’ll hear your quiet voice . . . if only in my head
Morning by morning, I wait for You.
Knowing what’s coming – that in days to come, I’ll be trapped inside my helpless body, unable to speak,
It was not too long ago, I cried and heard You speak . .. .. You promised me, that when I’m at that desperate place . . . “we’ll talk.
I’m wondering Lord . . . why can we not start now?
I love you so!

About josiahe

Watching closely, working to understand all I may, in this "Age of Information", even from my limited view, I can see much of what's going on ..... and I oft see it's going to impact all of us which is why I share it. My focus is to expose evil, and to serve my Lord and savior Jesus in whatever way He shows me. If one waits long enough, better writers will come along and comment; it's just that I have so little patience with the evil that lurks among us and I've wasted so much time and now, there is so little left! WELCOME!
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