Her eyes were
heavy as she hears the faint steps of dawn approaching to embrace her. Still,
she could not sleep. There was heaviness upon her chest as if trying to crush
her lungs into pieces.
Breathing was difficult. Gasping would be more efficient
than just inhaling the thin air that surrounds her. She sat up from lying,
trying to shake worries slowly clouding her mind. She hugged herself whispering
lyrics of prayer that would comfort her soul, waging war against the fear
creeping upon her heart. She summoned for the heavens to cry with her for that
would bring her peace. She lifted her being to surrender for her strength can
no longer endure…
Alas, heavens
opened to answer her call of desperation. As tears roll down her cheeks, her
thirsty spirit was satisfied giving might to both weary body and soul. She lied
down to give in to the sweet song of rest as she murmured gratitude to the King
when He touched her saying, “Be still… war is over.”
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