In the dark . . .


In the dark, most of the world is asleep,

but not me.

I hear and feel every heartbeat, and

thoughts ping here and there, mixing with dreams as I slip into sleep

and wake again.

It is a lonely place on my pillow

in the dark

in my head

with my beating heart and my beating head.

Oh, wait . . .


I love to listen to those who agree with me;

I hate those who are oppositional. Oh, wait . . .

I need to listen to those who are oppositional so I can hone my arguments—

enough to win the debate. Oh, wait . . .

Winning is not all I am called to as a believer


how do I hold to a position and defend a position without being arrogant,

without appearing holier than thou,

with being open to learning a new point of view?

I love to be right.

I hate to be wrong.


how will I ever grow and know unless I listen.

Oh, wait . . .