Tears streaming she picked up the pieces of her broken heart and life, all she wanted now was a quiet place to think until the pain subsided to a manageable level. Alone, disadvantaged by the fact that she had poured all the best years of her life into making a home for this man, not knowing where to turn or what to do, she cried out to God.
Somewhere from deep inside her being the strength rose to breath, to drive, to plan the next few minutes of existence. She would spend the night at a friend's house, and like a favorite heroine of hers exclaimed at the end of her epic struggle, she would “...think about it tomorrow!”
Settling down in the spare bedroom at her friend's home, the driving rain matched the fury of her hot tears. It was comforting, in that it seemed all heaven wept on her behalf. Feeling not so alone now, feeling as though God had heard and answered, she drifted into a fitful sleep...