When Sorrow Comes

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When Sorrow Comes

by Peggy Joan

She stood on the sandy beach looking toward the far horizon. A storm was brewing and would soon reach the area where she stood.  She could see the huge waves build and crash in upon themselves.  In her heart a storm raged.  This very ocean had taken the life of her husband.

She fell to her knees on the sand and wept.  Her husband’s boat had capsized and been lost in a storm.  He was gone forever.  She would never see his face again and that thought overwhelmed her.

She had once loved this great body of water, but now she felt only anger for what it had taken from her.  How could she go on without Peter.  Did she even wish to face life anymore? When she first lost Peter she blamed God.  How could God destroy her life like this.  Yet, in her heart she knew God had not taken Peter’s life; it had been a terrible accident.

She had come to the beach this day to ask God to forgiver her for blaming Him.  The tears silently slid down her face as the wind whipped her hair and strands touched her wet cheeks.  It has been six months now since Peter had disappeared.  Months of devastating pain and sorrow had nearly destroyed her will to live.

She began to earnestly pray for God’s help and guidance.  She knew God was there beside her and would help her weather the storm in her soul.  She did not know how long she knelt on the sand and prayed.  Finally, she stood and lifted her hand to wipe the tears from her face.

She glanced toward the horizon once more.  Then, she turned and slowly walked away.  She knew God was walking beside her giving her strength to face the future.  Her faith in God would help her leave the storm behind.

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12 thoughts on “When Sorrow Comes

      1. It is a great piece of writing. If this is any indications of your writing your poetry would be delightful 🙂 I thought that looked similar to the beach scenes you took in Galveston but figured I would ask and make sure. 🙂 Macros are my favourite 🙂

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      2. Macros are my daughter’s favorite photos. I prefer to zoom to the max to capture a bug or flower. Thanks for your nice comments on my writing – really beat myself up and feel I am not a great writer. Ha It was stormy that morning I took the beach photos – perfect for my short story.

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