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The Keeper when nighttime comes you'll find her in a bed of wakefulness tending her forget-me-nots; doing bed checks for breathing, comfort intermittently, all night long. This is her desire to keep charge over those she loves; to spend countless hours doing what others consider mundane. Don't think her unwearied from lack of sleep but, who else will guard, who else will hold the midnight hour? This vigil that is unnecessary except for that one, single time when it is needed? Who will let go their slumber to do the checking? who would ever check on her in the middle of the night? . or, does she need checking? Perhaps God protects those who keep the nightly vigil allowing them the luxury of not needing to be checked. God. . . I hope so. . . |
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