Blue Like Hope

I often awake in the middle of night worn thin by the wears of this life.  I lay in the dark for a while before rising and stumbling into the living room and began again to read the Psalms.  No one who has found themself under the Lordship of His Word while beneath the crashing blue waves of life can fully describe The Ancient of Days coming in the form of The Written Word.  As your hand strikes the LifeLine and you know the full ecstasy of knowing by grace you have stuck The Rope that will save you as you were sinking deep, hope comes like salvation, you have been saved once again.  You stumble back down the hall, wrap yourself in quilt and lovers warmth and again go back to peace named sleep. 

Saw this driving over the Tennessee River in Savanah.