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Morning brings clarity. In the quiet hours of the night, gentle words enter the soul, bringing a deeper understanding of the work I must do.
I am grateful, lately, for dear, sweet friends that have reminded me of this. When I wake in the hours just before dawn, I now welcome this time as the gift that it is. I am also grateful for these words I read this morning – yet another reminder that everything is unfolding in perfect order.
As I settle back down to rest, I do so gently now. The toss and turn of frustration has left and been replaced with the feeling of being gently rocked back to sleep. Lessons have been given to me in the quiet hours before dawn. Lessons that I know will guide me through the days ahead. No longer feeling vulnerable, I have the peaceful strength to live this life a bit differently.
Be at peace. In the middle of a dark and quiet night, sink deep into the arms of the Divine and listen to the whispers of love.
From my heart to yours, Diane