There is a split second chance in our lives sometimes, lasting only the moment between heartbeats, when everything you've been praying for opens up at your feet and you have two choices: Speak, or Run.
My decision is to hold my breath, close my eyes, and pray.
I've spent enough late nights praying for the same thing, the same person, the same hope that God would be merciful and bend in my heart's favor.
What's one more night?
Tonight, I saw a star rise up in the night sky. I didn't ask it to tumble to earth, to land on my lashes or get lost in my eyes.
I just thanked God that he let me see it. All it takes is the tiniest spark of light to shatter any darkness, and that's all I need. God may not always give me what I want, but he never gives me less than I need. And in a world where my survival depends on hope, I am blessed beyond the limits of the sky tonight.
It feels good to know God still hears me...
