My husband made his way to the window to look out…I woke up.
It was about 4 o’clock in the morning. I could see the fan over our bed and hear the soft snoring of my husband next to me. I put my hand on his back and steadied my breathing.
In another room I huddle my children close to me. Covering them in prayers and holding them tightly. I was overcome with fear, yet an unspeakable sense of peace.
I didn’t know where my husband was.
In my world, I have no idea what persecution looks like.
I like my world.
That world haunts my dreams.
My Deliverer is coming- my Deliver is standing by…”