Time heals all wounds. I have heard this saying all of my life. I sit back and look at the many times that I was wounded by different things. I fell out of a tree when I was 12 years old. It caused a concussion. I still suffer from the efforts of it. But the wound is gone. The only bone I have broken was my big toe. It hurt for a long time. I have had my heart broken several times. Some have healed completely and some well it is ongoing. What happened with my house being flooded out ripped me a new one. I am old enough not go screaming into the night. But you know I want to. All this time there has been a presence with me. It is like my dad putting his hand on my shoulder. It has brought peace to my heart. Assuring me that things will work out. It has calmed my heart enough to go on. Going on seems like an insurmountable task. If I had to go through this alone, I probably walk away from it all. But instead I going to face my fears and press on. There is so much more for me than this present circumstance. Sometimes the unknown scares the hell out of me. But I know that I am not alone. I am going to the Promised Land. Pray for me that everything will work out like it is supposed to.