“We are not necessarily doubting that God will do the best for us; we are wondering how painful the best will turn out to be.”
~ C.S. Lewis
I’m joining in with a group of writers for Five Minute Friday where we’re given a prompt (this week it’s WAY) and write for five minutes about it.
One sweltering summer, twenty-four years ago, I felt as though I had lost my way. I spent long, hot, and sleepless nights; confusing and deeply painful days; reflecting and remembering, wishing and missing, spent and empty. it was, without question, the worst summer of my life
i saw no way out of my grief. The truth that the only way out was through, something I believed but railed against. I just wanted the pain of it all to go away.
I clung to the thinnest thread of my faith, and it turned out to be enough. I couldn’t imagine that, twenty four years later, I would be sitting in this place, in this still moment, with a deep and abiding peace.
The way was not clear for me then, but it was for the Creator who had a plan already crafted. I saw dimly, sometimes not at all, but there was a way that would take me through my grief and lead me along a winding path to now.
Right here right now, a husband sleeping next to me on one side, a Yorkie snoring softly on the other, and a sweet little Ladybug Girl asleep in her room downstairs: blessed and grateful.
Soli Deo gloria.