A glimmer...

So if I'm going to be honest with you, I have to say that the days have been very hard for a very long time now. My heart sinks when I hear the first cry every morning from Ezra and know that I have to get up and face the day. Things are hard. Home is hard. Work is hard. Living inside my head is hard. Friends and people I can trust are few. Ok you get the picture. Not throwing a pity party - just setting up my story honestly. I just walked in the door from a long, tiring, discouraging day knowing full well that there is not much hope of life getting easier in the near future and in my mailbox is an unsigned note. I have grown accustomed to hating unsigned notes. Work at a church for awhile (almost any church, I would venture) and you will get a few unsigned notes and most of them aren't of the "encouragement" variety. But the one that came tonight, right when I felt like I could not go on had a simple message of thanks from an unknown person in our body and two gift cards for gas. So whoever you are.....thank you. Your thoughtfulness alone has encouraged me and no doubt, the gas will come in handy as well. And to God, I know that you were the guy who timed all this out...so thank you. I take it as a glimmer of light at the end of a very long dark tunnel. And though I am still daunted by the darkness and know the light could be quite a ways away, thank you for reminding me tonight that it's there. You're there. Please send more glimmers. I need them.