I’ve Lost the Light.

My hopefulness for the new year lasted all of three days.  I was starting to see a light shining in the distance-a light guiding me into better spirits, a better frame of mind, and out of this drab, dreary winter-blah I’ve slipped into.

And then my light was taken out by a good sized doe who seemed to think that 11:30 on a Monday night was a good time to galavant across a dark road and into the side of my car  {Thom’s car, actually, since I’ve been driving his ever since mine died over a year ago}.

It’s much worse than a broken headlight but still driveable.

In other news.  I had a conversation with God the other day.  It was early morning and the sun was shining brilliantly, although, it was almost behind the house already {which throws the inside of the house into a depressing darkness} and the chill in the air made me have to pee like crazy.  But, sat there I did-with Hop at my side-talking to God.  I asked him {she? it? them?} to show me how to make things better.  I didn’t get an answer…but I’ve read that’s what is to be expected.  Sometimes you don’t hear back right away.  Sometimes the answer isn’t clear.  Sometimes the answer comes in the darkest hour.

I’m not sure a doe running into me in the middle of the night was an answer.  Or a sign.  And if it was-I’m having a hard time interpreting.  I’m just glad I didn’t ask him to show me the “light.”