"Aftermath. . ."

The Aftermath..."

You stand in the dim twilight, stunned to silence, oblivious to everything around you.  As the fog begins to clear, the gravity of everything begins to set in. Looking around, all that's in sight is the tangled and twisted mess that made up life. The chaos that used to surround you, and be your constant companion, has given way to eire silence.  The incessant movement and busyness has ceased, forcing you face the wreckage, that is your life. . . Or what's left of it. Where did this come from? Why? Everything that I've worked to build. Everything I've come to know. Why?  
. . . Could that be the reason? Has it been all about me? Have I tried to take the reigns of my life and decide my fate? In that moment of silent surrender, that moment of stark realization, I sink to my knees in acknowledgment of His awesome power. It is here that I'm found, in the aftermath of His will. The aftermath of His calling. Amid the wreckage that has become my life, a still small voice simply whispers, "I Am here". In the broken, and in the hurting, I know that you're with me. Through the joy and the triumph, I know you're with me. No matter what the situation, I know your love will light the way.  How can I stay here, subdued by the darkness around me, when His hand is stretched out. . . Reaching to pull me from the ashes. It is now that I finally see that Christ is, what Christ offers. Now I can see that the Aftermath . . . Is only the beginning . . .