Sunday, August 28, 2011

I got out of the lift and approached my home

It was a long day that did not end well, and having missed the last bus home, I was both physically tied and emotionally weary.

As I neared the gate, I felt my heart burning in me with frustration at the way the day turned out. I stopped a few steps from my gate, frowning and upset.

No. 
This cannot be the way. 
I cannot be bringing all of this home. 
It would not be fair to Marianne.

I prayed for God to take these troubles from me, heaved a sigh of relief, and finally began opening the gate.

There was movement inside the house as my sister, having heard me opening the gate, rushed to unlock the door for me.

I smiled.

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