*The Word: PSALM 127:2
"In vain you rise early and stay up late, toiling for food to eat—for He grants sleep to those He loves."
Tonight, as I feel my eyes getting heavy, I am laying the "missing years" with so many of my babies at the foot of the Cross. I’ve learned that I can find joy in a friend’s family while holding onto the hope of time with my own family, also I’m trading the "chaos of the world" for the peace of my spirit. I am a daughter of the King, I am loved, and I can rest.

*The Internal Latte: CONTENTMENT
Tonight’s "latte" is the smooth, decaf flavor of a satisfied soul. I’m leaning into the positive—the fact that I had a good meal, a laugh with friends, and great conversation. I’m trading the "stress of the week" for the sound of Charlie’s peaceful snoring. I am a daughter of the King, and my heart is full.