This was written two years after I saw the wreckage of Josh's car. Winter lingers, but I wait for spring's rebirth. #losses #faith #hope

Marcy stood at the crossroads, the path ahead shrouded in darkness. The whispers of despair echoed in her ears, tempting her to surrender.

There's a great divide between us now. One unexpected. Un-imagined. Undesired. Where I am you no longer are. Where you are I long to be.