midnight thoughts

My lifeline:

2 Corinthians 12:9 (New Living Translation) Each time he said, “My grace is all you need. My power works best in weakness.” So now I am glad to boast about my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ can work through me.

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As the day closes at the end of the night, and another one begins
I find myself turning to writing.
Probably because I have nowhere else to go to at this time.

I can't help but to pause and let out a sigh.
One of quiet surrender.
Knowing that the day is over and there's a new one that's about to start.

"Will this day be better than the last?"
And yet I know that I will only find out the answer to that, as the day ends, and a new one starts.

I don't exactly have coherent words to say,
I'm at a loss for words...
And yet here I am typing down furiously on my old battered keys.

I have come to realize that there are certain things that I cannot change.
And yet there is still that part in me that begs to disagree.
Begs for me to let it take charge and take hold.
But I am thankful that it doesn't.
For I know that it can only result to disaster and despair.

Another pause, another sigh.
I certainly know that I'm not poetic, but that's the least of my cares now.

It's quiet now.
Not just the house, but my heart as well.
The struggle's not as loud as awhile ago.
But it's not to say that it's given up fighting.
I know it will be back again another day.

But for now I would say that it's tired.
And it agrees.
Let the sound of your grace just wash over it, and over me.
Such a beautiful melody.
One that lulls even the most stiff hearts to a soft slumber.