Joy Is There

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This husband of mine…

Suggested we take a hike up a rocky trail…one we’ve traveled before…his anything but athletic wife…came prepared this time…walking shoes…water…fanny pack for the phone and…of course…chapstick…
Mr Hiker…brought along binoculars…kind of shocking…as there’s never been an interest in birds…these excursions focused always…on a hunt…for cool rocks…

It quickly became clear…the goal of the expedition…to boldly go…where we have not gone before…
Ok…not boldly really…but to explore where we have not explored…but less bold…by keeping a distance…using binoculars…

In other words…check out those caves…and crevices…peppering the cliffs along the trail…this husband of mine…so intrigued…in the mysteries that may lie within…what creatures do they house…what secrets…do they hold…

And so it is in life…those things we call secrets…some good…birthday…holiday…sweet surprises…some possibly dangerous…like these caves…deep…dark…when revealed…found to be treacherous…gut wrenching…

This old gal recalls…past discovered secrets…deep…dark…devastating…obliterating trust…paralyzing…life changing…but is living proof…that those revelations…are survivable…it takes strength…in baby steps…it takes time…with the right people…it takes faith…believing that joy will be found again…

It takes…not giving up…reaching out…knowing you’re not alone…and hearing…it’s going to be…ok…
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And this husband of mine…agrees…