She knows it's bed time. But her heart lurks before the entrance of emotional thoughts gathered. To enter or not to enter?
The King knew her all too well. He called for her out of those thoughts. He knew what bothered her heart. Speaking to her through a paragraph in T.D Jakes' book...
"Understand that real prayer was not made for human ears. If you have a problem that can be easily prayed in public, then it is not a problem. When we earnestly pray, we are surprised at how inner feelings we didn't even know we had come to the surface. In that regard, prayer is a nausea of the mind. It brings up the unresolved past that swirls around and around inside us." - T.D Jakes
She closes the book, a glimmer of hope in her heart that what she just read would resound comfort and instill hope in another. The melancholic expression may not aid in relaying any hope but in its simplest form had allowed the King to speak to her. Thus, in the same way, she knows the King would take care of the rest.
The hands of the clock had not struck, she knows her simple hope would send angels working. Indeed, the above resonates within her the true depth of prayer.
She says a prayer and signs off. Knowing it's all good in the King's hands.
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