Life after divorce, if you can call it that; a road full of scary independence and challenges I dread.
Days focused on provision, working toward what lies ahead.
Nights...the nights sometimes endless as loneliness desperately
searches for the day.
Life's pages turn, one blank sheet after another. I fight the voices that scream for me to finish it and just close the book.
But you go on each day and night.
Oh dreaded nights no days work to occupy it.
I listen now; as I feel the darkness swallow me up, a stronger voice came. Telling me to turn, turn around and see the truth.
With that strong helping hand I turned. Beheld by the vision before me of the road and how far I had come.
How did I not notice? How could it be? Looking at all the accomplishment spread out before me.
How did I get here in this place I like so well? Its been here all along but the darkness would not let me see.
I can go further now I know! My strength rushes in. This time I am looking over here and over there.
Then the night comes as faithful as the day. No more darkness stealing my sight. Oh dreaded night. Not this time! Oh dreaded night no more. I am turning on the lights to see all I can see!
