Race to the Finish

My parents are traveling to the prison/medical facility where my brother is located. Time is of the essence. They might be able to make this trip again. My mother was hospitalized in route. She really should still be in the hospital, but was released early because of the great need to get to Rick. The anger I feel over this situation washes over me again and again. In between the tidal waves of pain and bitterness that toss me about, I might come up for air and allow myself to hope for the reconciliation Paul talks about in 2 Corinthians. For a brief moment I feel it, but it slips away quickly with the next crash of tears and hurt. I’m pulled under with rage and an overwhelming drive to continue working toward proving his innocence and expose the real evil in this sad, unending tale. I’ve been waiting for a long time, but it’s just about over now. Cockroaches scatter in the light. The cockroaches who accused my brother are going to scatter in the light of truth. The only way I can work the fury out while waiting for the light to come is to write. I’ve got more than enough work to keep me busy, just not enough to help me forget all that’s happened and is yet to happen.