Looking back, at what has defined me and what defined many of my friends, have been the struggles we’ve had. Some didn’t make it out alive, others did. Some emerged generally intact. Others didn’t.
|Sunset – from behind the wire|
I don’t know what makes one man crack and the one standing next to him pull through. Some of it comes down to training and brutally harsh self-discipline but that’s not the the whole of it. The oft asked question of why one is spared and one is not, endures, and resolving that question to your own satisfaction is important. Putting some time and space between then and now helps me to come to terms with some of it.
We say prayers, go to sleep and wake again with hope. As long as we do that, I think we can make it through the next day. Paul said (Hebrews 11:1) “Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.” I tend to lean toward ‘the only easy day was yesterday’.
What I’ve felt
What I’ve known
Never shined through in what I’ve shown
Soon I’ll be wrestling on the carpet in the family room with 7 grandchildren (who are bold little warriors), all of whom will want to get into the action. Children and grandchildren impart hope.