My facial muscles will not contort my brow into the questioning expression lodged in my mind.
Lyrics to an old hymn waltz through my mind. A voice, perhaps mine, perhaps God’s, assures me, “It is well with my soul.” Peace envelopes me in the darkness.
Each day I am awakened in this paralyzed state. Each day God comforts me.
Even in a paralyzed state I can say, “It is well with my soul.”
~April Dawn White