1:39 is an amusingly obscure time. Lunch is well
over, class doesn’t begin for another two hours, and the numbers 1, 3,
and 9 are all uneven. I love it when things are imperfect though- it is a
beautiful set up for adventure. Operating on feelings is one of the
things I do best, I have discovered. Maybe that’s why I’m here- encased
by the enchanting smell of old library books- nestled in a nook created
by rows of metal shelves. Somehow lost in a perfectly small room, with
more than enough exit signs pointing me out.
But today, I woke up with Comfortable. One of my
more regular feelings, Comfortable usually implies days filled with
coffee, black ink, cream-colored pages, and City & Colour. The
library holds practically all of the entities mentioned above, (but is
lacking of other necessary things, such as blankets), which is why I
tend to gravitate towards it on a quite regular basis. But one of the
most lovely things that never ceases to meet me here is Silence.
Wonderful Silence, who is so rare of a companion in my life. It is this
fellow that has ushered in many of my most treasured moments, whether
they be dreams, stories, pictures, or prayers. I have found a grand
correlation in him, in that the more he is present, the clearer I hear
God’s voice. Silence has brought me to the throne of God more times then
I can count, and I treasure his presence.
So here I am, lost and alone with The Great Unknown. 1:39 is a wonderful time.
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