Keeping Up

Keeping Up? I woke up in the front seat of my car. In my garage. Thank God. Well, I should wait. There could be more. What happened? I don’t know. I really don’t. My wrist is itchy. There is sand under my watch. How did that get there? Do I really want to know? Yes. Everything else is in tact. Should I get out and go inside? Will that be okay? Will that ever be okay again? He is not inside. The house is empty. The kids are gone. They are with him. Safe? Not usually. At the moment, better than with me. A thankful prayer again… from regretful lips, for sins known and unknown. Good friends meant well. They set the stage and arranged it all. Get back into life... they railed. Funny, it felt like instead of celebrating, a train had hit me and dragged me for blocks? I looked, there was no damage on the car. So, no train. Just stupid me. Note to self, “Party at church, pray all day!.”