God of the rising flood waters, yesterday was a day full of triggers.
It was the anniversary of his rapid decline. And a hospital visit three doors down from his room. And a conversation about what a father of the bride would wear at the wedding.
Intense sessions of crying drowned parts of my day. Yet tear after tear, I made it through.
Yesterday proved I’m nothing less than resilient. But I’m strong because you are my partner in this, God.
There will be more of these days ahead, and my lamenting may melt my heart. There will be evenings that linger forever as each tomorrow seems to delay its arrival.
But morning will appear. And the sun will break through morning’s densely hovering fog.
And you will be with me.