"Abba"

It's the end of a long day.  I sit on our bed in our Indiana host home.  So many things to talk to God about, but my head is so tired that the thoughts are hard to assemble.  It seems that all I have the energy to do is sit in His presence and quietly offer up the cry of my heart, "Abba.  Father."

Sometimes I think that's what He'd like me to do more often.