Emma had been walking for hours in the dank chilly night. She had set out to walk off some steam but now her rain boots felt more like they were filled with lead. So much tension had been building over the years and now she felt she just might collapse. There was no way she could diffuse all those years of grief to trickle in a safe way. “No,” she thought to herself, “I just might hurt someone with this pent up misery.”
She found herself in front of her old church, she had not seen in decades …probably for her grandmother’s funeral. Crossing the street, she felt the rain start to pour, and blending with her tears.
Leaning over the railing, the roar of the current was impressive. Would her faith be strong enough to hold her back?
spilling into dark waters,
releasing her despair