Daddy.

woke up to heaven in my living room

Dado and I cupping warm coffee mugs

and talking about eternal rest

(a strange conversation)

He looks more rested lately.

hand on his forehead standing in the doorway

wondering what made him sleep in this morning.

he opens his one-year bible, a new discovery he's made

the one he's been opening at 4-something am to meet with God most mornings

the circles under his eyes are almost gone

and his eyes are smiling.

happy.

cradling this little book that is breathing life into him

slowly becoming. unafraid.

sat there through the thunderstorm

both of us wishing it'd go on after it quit

the warm glow of the lamp hovering over 

the darkness of the room

pray for your city

God says

pray

for in it's peace you will have peace

I've been praying for this city in my Father

and how beautiful it is to watch freedom calmly take a seat

(not as fast as I would have liked)

but,

in His time

not mine.

and now? He's meditating on heaven

and it is breaking in

my home.