I  open my eyes. The moon light illuminates all in my room. I lay there for a moment. I breathe deep the start of a new day. Even after three years it is still so hard. It is still my first thought when my eyes flutter open. It is still a weight I carry every day. As I lay there, I gaze at that moon. It is truly beautiful. So large. Bright. Soothing. The message at church spoke of light. Light; illuminating the darkness. Jesus was that light. He came. Humble. Strong. Preaching a message of hope. I grab my coffee and turn on the fire. There is a bit of a chill in the ... View Post