The other night I was laying in bed. I couldn't sleep, my late-night Dr. Pepper had taken hold of me. My mind kept going and going, a result of the sugar. I knew I wouldn't be sleeping well that night and had given up trying. I was attempting to make use of my time by praying, but my mind couldn't focus.
All of a sudden, a feeling swelled in my belly.
I don't even know what I was thinking of, really. I just started dreaming about my future in general. Nothing that specific, just my future. Usually, when I used to dream, I dreamt with fear. Fear of if what I was dreaming wouldn't come true. But this was different. It was peaceful. It was exciting. This time, I knew that if what I was thinking about didn't come true, better things would come along.
The feeling in my belly took awhile to go away, and I didn't really want it to go away. Sure, it kept me awake. But it was the best feeling I'd felt in a long time. It wasn't really a feeling either. It was a knowing.
It was excitement.
It was trust.
It was peaceful.
It was hope.
Finally, hope.
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