I sit in the nursery, it's dark. A shaft of light stretches from a crack in the door, widens, falls across a rocking horse. She's asleep on my shoulder, quiet. It's quiet. And so I think.
Of nothing. Of Haiti. Of heaven. Of time. Of the time when she will no longer sleep on my shoulder.
I feel dull. Where have all my thoughtful thoughts gone? I feel sure I used to have them. I begin to explore a topic and stop. My mind seems unwilling to go further. I wonder how I recover?
Oddly, my quiet time with the Lord this morning was soothing and not thoughtless. Honest and real it left me calm throughout the rest of the day.