I am awake. Everyone else is not.
Emily is sleeping down the hall. She is here. I am here.
This is the same girl all of those letters came from. This is the house she wrote them in.
But I feel that these four days here are just a small part of our story. I don’t know what is going to happen. I am glad in a way. There is a mystery here.
Why has this girl been placed in my life? Why have I been placed in hers?
Father, I know that you know these days here are special to me. Do a work in our hearts. Teach me. Use me. Hold me while I am here.
However this turns out, where ever we end up, I still have the Creator of the Angels who loves me more than I will ever know.
You are wonderful Lord!
