Alleluia.
His children gather.
And we are
clothed
in righteousness.

Alleluia.
His children gather.
And we are
clothed
in righteousness.
Night flight. The hum of jet engines wraps around me. Creating space for solitude. Thought.
All else is silent. Lights out. Passengers sleep. A few watch small flickering screens, earphones in place.
Jetspeed on a clear sky night. Across Central Asia. The map says we’re passing over desert. Mountains. Cities and villages.
I watch out the window.
For those who need to surrender. Again. I know how it is. Maybe you’re struggling with the call to stay. Or go. I’ve been there.
Below is a simple heart cry from several years ago. When I felt weak. Empty.
He heard.