I will probably regret it in the morning.
This staying up so late.
The husband's away.
Two states over.
I anticipate great gain for him,
for God is sparking within him.
The kids are camping out.
In the living room.
On home-made bed rolls.
They took my admonishment to heart
and went to sleep quickly.
At least the younger two did.
And here I sit
on the bed.
Sometimes living feels a constant reaching.
Stretching out toward that which is not yet attained.
Grasping for that which is just beyond reach.
There's always another project.
Relief of a job complete is short lived.
And I should be sleeping,
because I have been working
and fighting a days-long headache.
Yet I find myself here.
A familiar space.
A comfortable place.
With nothing much to say really.
Even in this late hour,
God is here.
And in the morning,
when I anticipate regret of the midnight oil
and sleep will cling hard to my eyes,
God will be there too.
I am held.
Hemmed in -
before and behind.
And thankful for every breath afforded,
in this messy, complicated, beautiful life.