Good times....

We've had some hard things come our way over the past few days. I won't go into all the details but there has been this prevailing darkness that has hovered closely and heavily over my soul.

One thing that kicked it off was that my hubby came home from work one night last week to tell me that one of his employees didn't show up for work that day and that he didn't call in. Usually what that means in the line of work my husband does is that the guy has gone back to the street and is in a pretty bad spot....where usually drugs and jail are involved. It's all a hard thing to explain but I see these fellas day in and day out. I hear their stories as they show up weekly to Bible study. I watch them try to make changes in their lives because they are sick of their old lives. I love it. So, all I can say is that I'm their fan. I root for them. Man, I wonder after hearing about their lives if anyone has ever rooted for them. Gotten up underneath them and rooted them on. My husband is more directly involved in all of that but from the sidelines I'm like "all in". My heart goes out to them. Anyways...it was like after hearing this guy was gone and then another bomb exploding on my husband and I, I really felt I hated this dark cruel world where no survivors are left standing. No one makes it out. The enemies are too many and too fierce. Seriously. I struggle with all that holding onto hope stuff and that God makes good of stuff. Anyways...I had been wrestling to hold on....and the next day I get a text from my husband telling me that the guy had a bad flu bug but was back to work the next day. I was relieved. Then I ran into the guy today and told him how worried I was for him when he didn't show up or call. He proceeded to tell me of the bad case of diarrhea he had while he was out. My heart smiled. I love that he told me of his ferocious diarrhea.