Come the Morning

There nights when the weight becomes heavy and there is nothing to be done about it but to endure because God calls for endurance through the night.

The sleepless nights questions everything about reality and the decisions being made, I'm guessing it is why I am always thinking through so deep and far ahead then I expected to.

But as sorrow that dwell with the night and joy follows in the morning, there is a surreal comfort when it does feel that way when I look at my window, and the shades of dark beige turns grey in stand for the morning light arising. Much like living to survive another, God is rich in mercies and grace to tell me that my time is not up just yet.