I am tempted to curl up against my husband, bury my head and weep, and beg him to make it better - but my promise to myself – to not set others up for failure – stops me. While I crave his strength, I can’t lay this burden on him, his own grief, a burden enough.
So, I look at the river; its sandbars covered with Sundays’ snow; it’s currents kissed by tonight’s flurries. I look at the river and I remember, then I wonder; until, finally I wish….
And in the end, between the tears, I pray.
I pray for protection, for a grateful heart, for God to save me from this pain, for the promise of the day when there are no more tears, no more pain, no more night – just rays of light.
He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death' or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away." Revelations 21:4