I made it through the night

Yesterday I felt pretty bad.  Tired.  Miserable.  Unappreciated. Sad.

But today, this morning, I feel ok.

It’s like they say.

I’m alive.

No matter how bad it was yesterday, I’m alive today.

The pain failed to kill me.

I survived the night.

Survive the moment, the day, and the night.  If I sleep or remain awake, it doesn’t matter.  Time heals, or lessens the pain.  Time proves surviving pain is possible.

What was I really feeling?

Was it true?

I don’t know.

Time changes perspectives.

What seemed like the end was really a new beginning of strength and reality.

I know who I can trust.

I am better knowing this.

I know whose words are real and whose mean nothing.

I know the value of promises kept and broken.

I know the value of friendship and love freely given.

God is faithful, keeping promises, loving freely and eternally and infinitely.

I know who really loves me and needs me.

I know it better today than I did yesterday.

Thank you God for the seemingly unbearable pain of yesterday.

Weeping may endure for the night, but joy does indeed come in the morning.

I woke up.

I'm alive. 

Amen.