It’s 2:04 a.m. and I’m wide awake. I can’t remember the last time I was unable to fall asleep.
Maybe it’s because I’m hungry.
Maybe it’s because I received several interesting and exciting news today that make me wonder at what plans God has for me.
Maybe it’s because I found out today that a friend’s dad passed away. This was an uncle that I saw every Sunday when I was growing up. I haven’t seen him in at least 5 years, and I never even knew that he was sick. But I still remember how he looked like all those years ago. His gentle manner and kind smile. I haven’t spoken to his son (whom I know) for about 10 years as well… and I don’t know what to say to him though I feel so much. But perhaps when there’s nothing to be said that may be of help, it is better to remain silent, and simply pray with love.
I hold Uncle L and his family in a silent embrace in my heart – in my heart where Jesus dwells. That is my prayer. A prayer without words.