She knelt on the floor beside their bed, hearing her sister’s even breathing just above her. She leaned forward against the carpet and whispered a prayer into the darkness.
“I have no words to describe You.”
Maybe, she thought as she stood up and crawled under the warm blankets, when I get to heaven, I’ll find the words.
And when she realized that it was one of the most exciting ideas she’d had about heaven, she knew she was, and always would be, a writer.