Yea....It's late.

I can't sleep tonight. Maybe its the cold air that can not be stopped form creeping through my window. Perhaps it is the Bacon cheeseburger reminding me that midnight is far to late to eat a cheeseburger. Maybe it is my willing desire to study Greek at awful hours of the night.... umm most likely not. I like Greek, I really do, but that is just a rabbit trail that I do not feel like traveling down presently. The reason... the real reason, is that nagging reminder of what happened four years prior to today. As I lay here on my couch, bundled under 3 blankets there is still a chill in my spine. I can still feel the rope around my neck. (Author's pause for readers assurance... I am ok. I promise you, sometimes memories arent remembered but felt.) As I am laying here, fighting sleep, I find myself pushing back the memories. Not forgetting, because one cannot forget such painful things, but more like refusing to call to memory. God has brought to my memory an old hymn, or rather a verse of an old hymn: "My sin, O the bliss, of this glorious thought. My sin, not in part, but the whole, was nailed to the cross and I bear it no more. PRAISE THE LORD, PRAISE THE LORD, OH MY SOUL! It is well, with my soul. It is well, it is well, with my soul."