An all too familiar feeling. . . .

It's late and very, very quiet here. About the only sound is my tapping on the laptops keys in the dim light of the computer. And somehow how, although it' been awhile I feel a little Dejavu, like I'm back in my childhood days.

You see I'm in Southern Illinois sharing a hotel room with my parents. My uncle's funeral is tomorrow, no make that today. I just looked at the clock. As I sit here in the quite of the night, I'm transported back to the days when I was 12 years old and on vacation with my folks. . . sneaking a flashlight under the covers to read. An all too familiar feeling.

I should be asleep, but I've been waiting and praying. My aunt called late last night and wants me to speak at the funeral. Now while I'm used to speaking in public, I don't dare approach this without substantial time with the LORD.

So, I'm waiting LORD and listening. Guide my thoughts and words as I prepare for tomorrow. And please LORD keep my parents asleep, okay? I don't want to get caught with the flashlight under the covers, so to speak.

Sneaking some "quiet" time with the LORD and hoping NOT to get caught (tee hee),

~Cheryl :)