My little bed is more comfortable now. I moved it up here on top of this rusted-out washer and dryer. I hung up the towel so it could dry. Then I folded it over the doubled-up rug I found under those boxes. Together they make a decent pad.
The floor was just too damp after the flood. Gosh, these cinder blocks sure do hold moisture when it rains for more than a day or two. Sorry about the smell. The moisture really started to show up soft and wrinkly here on my sleeping side. Yeah, my clothes stuck to me. I just had to move.
Sometimes when the basement door’s cracked, that hall bulb throws a narrow ray of light down here on some of the old boxes, appliances and furniture. If you squint you can make out through the musty air some of the stuff crammed in these boxes from God knows when.
It’s too dark to see the decorative finish, but that headboard protruding under the joist there is pretty fancy. It was my grandmother’s. She was like a mother to me.
I’ve been down here ever since she left.
Some days I think about going upstairs.
Every morning I look over my shoulder to the top of the paint-chipped staircase to find my Friend, sitting there.
There He is now. Can you see the white robe?
Day after day, He waits for me.
He’s still waiting.
“Until I am ready,” He said.
One day maybe I’ll be ready, but not today. I just need to sleep. That’s all I really want to do.
We never move beyond a loss until we fully grieve it.
Be merciful to me, Lord, for I am in distress;
my eyes grow weak with sorrow,
my soul and body with grief.
Psalm 147:3 He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds
Psalm 73:26 My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever
Psalm 56:8 You have kept count of my tossings; put my tears in your bottle. Are they not in your book?
Matthew 5:4 Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted
Psalm 9:9 The Lord is a stronghold for the oppressed, a stronghold in times of trouble
Psalm 3:3 But you, O Lord, are a shield about me, my glory, and the lifter of my head
Matthew 11:28 Come to me, all who are weary and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.