I wrote for 25 minutes total today, 2 pages.

Jack discovers Psalm 77 was simply noted by his mother, with his name next to him. A prayer for him, for her, or both? He ponders this, just before hearing his wife’s grief and tears in the bed nearby.

As I mentioned in my prior post, I realized I wanted to write the scene this way, quite some time ago. A husband comforting his wife, and being there for her, when she needs him most.

Psalm 77:1-6
(To the chief Musician, to Jeduthun, A Psalm of Asaph.) I cried unto God with my voice, even unto God with my voice; and he gave ear unto me.

In the day of my trouble I sought the Lord: my sore ran in the night, and ceased not: my soul refused to be comforted.

I remembered God, and was troubled: I complained, and my spirit was overwhelmed. Selah.

Thou holdest mine eyes waking: I am so troubled that I cannot speak.

I have considered the days of old, the years of ancient times.

I call to remembrance my song in the night: I commune with mine own heart: and my spirit made diligent search.

A Song in The Night by Silverwind