Air

Last night I begged God “please, please Father, let me wake up tomorrow without the black, please, please, please.” This morning I opened my eyes. The realization fell like a hammer, like it does every morning. Then came the flood of pain, then memories…then…nothing. The pain steadied and I counted the seconds, waiting. I stared at the ceiling. I laid there for probably half an hour, breathing. I listened to the steady sounds of Will breathing beside me and quietly thanked God. Thank you Father, thank you for the break, for the air, for this moment of simple relief. Thank you.

For every child of God defeats this evil world, and we achieve this victory through our faith.
- I John 5:4