It was the quiet where I could depend on Christ, the silence after Mercy had been spoken. Because we are not, thank God, what we can think, or what we will do. We are not our thoughts and not even our wills. We are what the Word of God will make of us. I had just found the Christ I could depend on. I had just picked up the Thread of an ordinary life with Christ. And suddenly there was something else. And it was not a word, and it was not a voice. It was an understanding in my heart that I should go to bed. And could go to bed. That I could depend on Christ by going to bed. And I did.
