I woke up in the middle of the night, wide awake, with, "Is it true that perfect love casts out all fear? ...it's not a hill, it's a mountain..." Apparently, U2 had been going through my mind in my sleep (?). I had been listening to the that album briefly while cleaning when I first got home from work yesterday. Not a bad song to get stuck on repeat in your heart.

I'm convinced that "I slept, but my heart was awake" is one of the truest lines I've ever read. I'm pretty sure my heart loves the freedom it finally gets when I close my eyes and fall asleep, it's then it most likes to wake up and dream, love, fight, and strengthen itself for another day's work in a world that seems so contrary to what is true.