By Rachel Bradley
Comforting.
Safe.
The brand new bed frame, distressed to appear old,
weathered.
Elegant curves.
Cradling the nest where I find repose.
It has been a place of refuge, a place of fear, a place of solace,
a place for tears.
But as God would have it, as he weaves the good, it is the peace of safety,
the calm waters of forgiveness,
the birthplace of mysterious dreams and divine messages.
The day begins here as the sun goes down, shrouding the earth in darkness.
It is at the end where life begins.
And under the covers I rest in the arms of my Savior.
