August 17, 2014

I miss her today-- my baby that hasn't been born. I went for a walk trying to lose the feeling, but it only got worse. I took a long shower, trying to scrub it all off. I can't wash away the emptiness from my arms or the uselessness from my hands o r the longing from my heart. The water, no matter how hot, can not warm the loneliness. I keep trying; keep hoping the sadness will run down the drain with the dirt and tears. One of these days the soap will be strong enough, and the water warm enough, and one of these days things will change. I will be fresh and new. I will be cleansed from the depression and fear and faith will be strong enough to carry me through the days. The Living Water can erase any pain. The price has already been paid.