Promise

We stayed there on the sand until the last fingers of the sun had disappeared from the sky. It was a warm night and the darkness wrapped itself around us as if it were a blanket. A blanket of comfort, of hope and a blanket of promise.

That was what we needed at this time. Promise. The promise that maybe the world will be better. That maybe tomorrow things won't seem so dim, that maybe tomorrow the world won't be so full of hate and terror and that we can allbreathe  a little better. Not the empty well wishes and condolences, not even the well meaning words that 'God is in control, even now.' Because, really, as horrible as it sounds that is not what I want to hear. Not when my world has fallen apart and everything is out of control. I don't want to hear those words when all I want to do is float up and away from all this pain and hurt. Far away, where I can be above all of the suffering and the horrors around me.

 But I am grounded by that blanket of promise. The hope that tomorrow will be better. The comfort that God has given in the warmth of the night. The hope found in that blanket wrapped around us, that he will be there by our side, guiding us and giving us the strength for each new day.

**this post is dedicated to all those affected by the horror and unrest that this world is faced with right now. I myself have not been affected but am praying sincerely for all those who are **