#13

Dark Night in Springdale

falling snow

sheets of ice

empty rooms dark and cold

creaking floors

boxes to be emptied

work to be done

so much work to be done

no friends

barely an acquaintance

so far from what we knew

sitting and crying on the old carpet

a dark night in Springdale

nowhere to run

but to each other

nowhere to hide

but in prayer

we held each other more closely

we cared for each other more deeply

we did not quit

we did not retreat

we did not give up

The Lord had a plan

a work He was beginning

which would end in happy tears

“Great is Thy Faithfulness”

I thank God for

that dark night in Springdale