stockpiling treasures
it's two minutes before midnight. "thomas! you oughtta be snoozin'!" well, rachel lynde if you must know, i had a bit of a nap. and also i haven't talked to hubba-hubs yet. lately night-time before bed has become the time of day where we get our most quality time together. that's my night-time. get it right. we prefer a morning and night communication model but since the november happenings my mornings and his afternoons produce a shotty connection on the interwebs of syria. but the connections between hearts remains gold.
i miss him. every day all the time. sometimes i look around my room and picture a life with his physical presence in it. can i believe it? yes i can. do i dare to dream it? yes i do. i put all my hopes and prayers and faith in it. this morning i memorized 2nephi 4:35
yea, i know that God will give liberally to her that asketh. yea, my God will give me, if i ask not amiss; therefore i will lift up my voice unto thee; yea, i will cry unto thee, my God, the rock of my righteousness. behold my voice shall forever ascend up unto thee, my rock and mine everlasting God. Amen.
this is the kind of food my soul needs. write this on the fleshy tables of my heart. ponder it again and again laura anna clarke.
that's how mohammad says my name. one day he will be here beside me, telling me it's time for bed, asking me if i took my medicine. on some precious day in the future i'll wrap my arms around him again and say my prayers into his neck. one day i'll have the gift of the every day side by side.
now my gift is longing and fleeting moments of joy and tenderness to treasure up in my heart.
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