I tried to sleep wondering when I would find a job, how would I support my family
Then came the morning…
My wife said she wanted a different life without me
I stirred all night considering the possibilities
Then came the morning…
I signed the papers forever putting us at odds with each other
I cried in jilted slumber
Then came the morning…
My children would hear the news that would forever impact their lives
I found sleep elusive and frustrating
Then came the morning…
I wandered through my existence looking for any justifiable means to continue
Nighttime presented a period when I needed to face the many demons that had taken up residence in my mind. They never relinquished control and tormented an already confused thinking process. I understand why children so fear the night and all the imaginary monsters, I’ve seen them and spent time wrestling them. Those monsters don’t surrender to hope. I hated when it began to get late in the evening for it meant the battle was brewing. Peaceful sleep would never find me.
Oh, how I hated the thought of a rising sun.
I dreaded the thought of going to church the next day
Then came the morning…
I would meet a woman who would teach me to love and trust again
I allowed my mind to stir with dreams of tomorrow
Then came the morning…
She said yes! She wanted to be my wife
I held her close and smiled as we slept
Then came the morning…
The news of our daughter was a wonderful surprise
I rest knowing my life is complete and full
Then comes the morning…
I give thanks for a delightful family, full of love, forgiveness, and acceptance.
Looking back at the hand of heaven providing strength in weakness, today I see that same hand bringing comfort and clarity to everyday life.
Bring on the morning.