Sleep

A hour after bedtime. The heartrendering sound of hiccuping sobs sneaking through the doors into my room. Not knowing which room it comes from but knowing my child's heart is breaking and there is nothing I can do to fix it or kiss it better. No cure. No remedy. No magic wand.

Both girls sobbing.  Clenching tight the pictures they have of daddy. Tales of daddy daughter dances with no daddy.  Waking up ready to cuddle only to be met with a cold pillow where their daddy should have lain.  Visions of white dresses down aisles with no daddy by their side. "It shouldn't be this way." "Kids are supposed to have daddies". "My daddy should be here in the morning." "I miss my daddy."  "Why does it hurt so much?"  Sobbing. Holding hands. Sharing sorrow. The songs of a good good father and 'Thy Will be Done' floating through the air as we hold on, trying to breathe, trying to survive another night until sleep finally allows sweet escape.

"In peace will I lie down and sleep; for you alone, O Lord, make me dwell in safety." Psalm 4:8

Pray for my children.