Sometimes you’re allowed a glimpse of the deepest parts of someone’s heart. That happened late last night. My oldest daughter and I talked.
About life. About deep things. Needed things. Good things and hard things.
It seems like the late hours are when hearts are most open. Maybe we’re too tired to keep our guards up. Or even better, the guards completely go away. Either way, it’s a beautiful thing.
Staying up late to see deep into a heart is worth it every time.
That’s when I crawled into bed last night. The red numbers on my alarm clock glared at me, reminding me that it was way past my bedtime.
But my sleepy eyes couldn’t steal the smile off my face. And my drained body couldn’t take away the fullness of my heart.
I was very tired when I got home. It was a busy workday, then I led a ladies’ group for two hours. On the quiet drive home, I thought of the few things I needed to do before I went to bed. I decided they could wait.
My plan was to chat with my family, change into my pajamas, wash my face, brush my teeth, then go to bed.
My husband and youngest daughter followed me into the bedroom. They were still chatty. We sat there, talked about our day in more detail, laughed and yawned. My husband got…
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