Keeping My Promise
8 months ago
Monday, February 17, 2014
Its the little things
This afternoon I was cleaning off the top of the dresser in our room when I came across a key. When we moved in here we got one key to the house. We always meant to get more copies made, but never did. It turned out we mostly went in and out of the house through the garage and Richard was always here and leaving the door unlocked was never a big deal here in Rexburg. We never needed a spare key. I saw this lonely key sitting on the dresser and fear struck my heart. Please don't let it be "the key". Please? I walked to the front door, put the key in and turned it. The lock rolled into place. My already broken heart shattered a bit more. He left the only key to the house here. Why would he do that?
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"Why?" has to be the repeating question. So many unanswered questions. The pain and stress from all of this has to be so overwhelming. Sometimes when people are struggling with a personal problem (let's say- depression for instance), it's as if all common sense and reasoning go out the window. They want so badly for the pain to go away, and don't realize how their actions are affecting others. They go numb and they go into survival mode. They think they're doing everyone a favor by staying out of picture and with avoidance. But no matter the situation, that has to be so hard to not know why. To not have any reasons or answers. To not even be able to talk to him. Hang in there, Amy. Keep doing what you're doing. Keep loving those precious children of yours and being the wonderful woman you are. And just you wait and be ready, because I know that blessings from heaven will soon be pouring down upon you.
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