Quiet

Last Thursday was a difficult day and I hid out at a friend's house to wait until the storm passed at my house.  I will never know the pain and hoplessness that one feels with addiction but I can see the darkness and sadness in my loved one's eyes.  After dinner I returned home with a sadness and sense of foreboding and almost turned around to run the other way but the quiet and relief of not having to worry any more made me stay.  As I wept on my husband' s back and strong shoulders I felt hope and promise for the future and for our eldest.  Now I pray and each day thank God for life and breath and a new start for this journey we call life.