Life is hard like the granite that spill into the woods, here
in the Maine . There is so many ups and downs. They are kind of like the mountainous
roads that surround us. Making twists and turns, climbing up steep grades
only to feel like the road drops out from underneath us taking the wind from
our lungs.
It can leave us so full of sorrow that we don’t know how we
will ever go on. We’re overcome with the darkness of regret of “what ifs” and “I should haves”. A rolling thunderstorm brews
inside.
If you believe and have faith, you will see that at the end
of every dark night, the sun does rise. You may have a hard time getting out of
bed and believing that life goes on. Sometimes you have to look for it in the
little things. Maybe it’s the birds singing their good morning song outside
your window or the lonely crocus springing up through the frosty ground. Or
maybe it’s the gurgling of a brook.
Today is a gift. We opened our eyes this morning. From our
birth until our last breath, we live. If today is hard. Live for this second or
this minute. Baby steps. It will get
better.
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