In the warmth
of blankets and arms
that soothe me to peace and quiet.
In the crispy potato wedges
that save me from exhaustion
and taste decent.
In the fresh air
that clears my mind
and feels new on my face.
In the frankincense and mint
swirled in castor oil
to stop my head from spinning.
In the person
who understands my crosses
before I say a word.
In the notes
that ring so perfectly
I want to be them.
God is in the little things
that make all the difference.
Always reminding me
that he’s carrying the weight I can’t.
Life in Between 