Her eyelids fluttered like the wings of a butterfly as the cocoon of her deep sleep was pierced by the sharp spear of a bitterly cold morning.
Tears flowed from her eyes.
As fear coursed through her veins and tightened around her, her mind and body relaxed at the sudden memory of the night before. An ember of warmth flickered and glowed inside her as she remembered. That gentle, resolute voice, those perplexing words pierced her very soul. She heard those words echo inside her, like a melody floating on a summer’s breeze as the early morning light pierced the surrounding veil of darkness.
Her heart leapt as the warmth in her stomach spread like fire. A smile in the lightening darkness gave way to laughter.
My spirit rejoices in God my Saviour.
Photograph courtesy of Gordon Nichol Photography.