My Pillow.

Dear Jesus,

I so desperatly needed Your rest.
And I felt so refreshed tonight
as the boy and his guitar told me
to lay my head on Your chest
and just quiet myself in Your love.

I pictured myself climbing up into Your lap
and sobbing into Your neck-
screaming into Your chest
and, as I calmed back down,
matching my breaths to Your breaths
and hearing the thump of Your heartbeat against my tear-stained face.

And the whole time, You didn't say a word.
You just let me cry and rest and melt and be.
because tonight I didn't need words...
I just needed a pillow.
Thank You.