My mouth is parched. Starved of water. Starved of drink. Of any smile like a sunset set behind clouds so darkness steals the day.
I drove down zoned-out roads not paying attention. I was alone. But I nearly crashed my car. Crashed into a blue van. Crashed into bogs. Into gray skies. Lonely eyes. Watered tears.
I told her, "I'm just getting through it. That's all I can do. Just get through it."
She replied, "That's sad." She was just going to bed when I spoke with her. "I'll speak to you tomorrow," she said. "Be happy?"
And with silence I knew it was time to leave her be. She needed to sleep. To dream. To go wherever God takes her.
"I'll try" was my goodbye. But I had no idea how to actually get through this. My summer was semi-planned out. Come August I'd be leaving the country. Entering some sort of strange future that I had no clue of. But all I knew is that God was on my side. And that's all I had to go on - trust.
The Lord is my strength and my song;
he has become my salvation.
- Psalm 118: 14
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