I ate some more.
I worried some more.
I cried some more.
I waited some more.
I prayed some more.
And then I got up, washed the crust from the corners of my eyes, and looked out toward tomorrow. Yesterday was dreadful and today is not so great but the Word says “Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.”
How timely! I took this photo just today on my way to work. I was about to pull out from the gas station and saw the edge of this front with the sun beneath it. The sky so aptly speaks to the prospect of hope–of the silver lining, as Rarasaur would say it for today’s prompt.
I am facing the end of my job. I am miserable about it because without a job there is minimal income in our house and we must acknowledge that we could lose everything–house, cars, you name it. The good thing is that we are in Southern California, so the weather is not so bad. However, I have been a do-er all my life. I had one tiny stint during which I collected unemployment and I remember being frightened then also at the prospect of not getting another job. However, I was younger and had more important things to be afraid about then. This is different.
But way deep down within, I know there is a silver lining. My faith tells me so. And even if it doesn’t look like I think it should or doesn’t come when I want in the way I want, it’s there, waiting for just the right moment to reveal itself to me.
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