The truck.

As I was driving home from work on the interstate this evening I was following a semi.  It was a simple semi, one that looked common with its typical silver back drop door. It did not strike me as a livestock hauling truck by any means. However, I started smelling something really off.  I looked at the side of the road to see if any animals had died or what could be causing the foul odor.  There were no animals.  So I crept a little closer to the truck and realized that it had to be carrying horses.  So I decided that the only way to get away from the smell was to pass it.  The problem with passing it was that I would have to watch out for cops and speed up enough to top its speed in a timely fashion. 

This seemed like a really great idea.  I got up the confidence, I checked my blind spot, I made sure no one was getting hurt in the process, however, I failed to predict what happened next.  As I picked up speed animal excrement started blowing out of the side of the truck and hitting my car.  I started to doubt whether this was the best decision and I quickly became discouraged and wanted to give up.  The odor became stronger and now it was coming at me in Mach speeds.  I almost let off the gas and slipped back behind the semi just to avoid this incredible mess. 

Then it dawned on me.

The semi truck was like my marriage.  It seemed normal from the outside but once you realized the extent of the damage you could not help but believe that there has to be another life. One of health and holiness if I could just get to the other side. One free of broken bones and concussions. One where my wrist was not fractured and my foot did not cause me to lose my step. One where sleep can take place without the fear of what he will do next. A life where lie after lie after lie to cover up the bruises was no longer the reality.

It was at that point I decided to just gun it. I was just sure if I could get beyond the truck that life would improve.  I was even starting to see the sunset from the left hand lane. One thing I did not think of was that I needed to let the air out of the car I was driving because it was just circulating that smell even though the truck was 5 cars back.

I thought once the divorce was final I would be past the worst of it.  The truth of it is,  the healing has only just begun.

Folks. I cannot say much but I can tell you this.  The truck smells alot better from the rearview mirror.  I hope that as time goes by the pain will decrease and the joys of life will increase.

Pass the truck. Whatever the truck is for you. Pass it. It is the only way to experience life the way God has it planned for us. 

And I just know it has to get better than this.