"uncertain the road we trod"

I'm still very confused, and a little angry at God for leaving me so much in the dark. But Heather is feeling some sense of direction, and I've found some comfort in leaning on that.

I also found a poem she wrote for me last Christmas. These last lines have been an inspiration these past few days:

...Skies broke blue with the glory
God spoke when the world was made,
And earth was warm beneath my feet,
And I was sore afraid.

But I sat by the lake unfrozen
As it flashed the sun back to the sky
And asked God if this was madness
And could not believe the reply.

And my hand was in yours and yours in mine;
Uncertain the road we trod.
Yet we vow in the dark still to throw ourselves
into the arms of God.