My fear of sunsets

I know it sounds silly. Last month we've had some amazing sunsets, this bright orange ball of fire spewing off rays of orange, pink and violet across the horizon as it sets. It's been a trying and stress-filled month, seeing those sunsets tugged at my gut quite a bit.

Seems every sunset I've faced lately leaves me with a gripping fear and haunting question, "will it rise again tomorrow?"

I've been through a lot the past few months, well, when I think of it, the past few years. Willy's failing health has weighed greatly on my mind and physical well being. There have been some really dim days and dark, dark nights. The past couple of weeks being the most difficult.

What are you supposed to do when eyes that once looked at you with desire and joy hold a vacant stare when opened? A voice that once boomed with a thrilling bass and jovial laugh, is now a weakened murmur groaning with pain? Strong, warm hands that used to hold, comfort and protect grow shaky and tremble with weakness. This is where I've been for a while, where HE has been. It's been tough. It is tough. Yet we manage, by the grace of God to get through.

Thank God after a stay at Stanford, Willy's home and being treated. It's amazing, when you get a grasp of how the human body is made, to see the effects of what happens when it's not working properly. And even more amazing is seeing the wisdom God has given man to help the body when it's not working.

Willy eye's haven't held this much light in months, he's laughed and smiled more this week than he has in several months. His voice, strong. Still not as strong as I've known it to be but I'll settle for now.

We have a long haul ahead of us, the rest of our lives will be difficult. Yet, we press on and make the best of what we have. 'Cause we all know, "life for me ain't been no crystal stair".