It was a rough night.
Tossed in bed like a flapjack.
Glared at the numbers on the clock.
Ticked off all the things I felt were wrong –
in my life…
in the world –
and wondered where God had gone.

My friend called the next morning
as if attuned to my subdued ‘tude
and held me from a world away.
Healing? Underway.
Deliverance?  Being delivered.
Thank God for the ambassadors
of hope and heart
we call friends.
It was a good day after all.