Jo Ann Alo

writer – rhymer – Jesus junky

Day 5

Unable to sleep—able to praise. A quieting mind. Every little impression leaves a mark. David mows over a path for me. Yellow Rocket opening everywhere. I tell my Dad I want a relationship with him, he plants one on my mouth, and to my surprise the little girl in me never left. Our aging bodies groan into bed and we get the giggles not able to remember what we said thirty seconds ago.

Praying: Give me patience to wait for Your timing, Lord.—Bench press.


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