We have an image prompt this week.

Aaron had seen unbearably terrible things as a combat Marine.
While sitting there in near total darkness, he felt “at home” because his soul had been completely dark since his discharge too.
Beyond him was the bridge. The spot he’d decided would free him from torment. Just one step and this World would be left behind.
His therapist had suggested he’d read the Bible, and the Bible had suggested that he embrace gratitude.
“Grateful! I’m grateful that this misery will soon be ended.”
He’d been a tyrant…, a real monster, at home and knew it. He just couldn’t shake the “darkness”.
“They’ll be better off.” he muttered as he closed his eyes. Then, he asked God for guidance. It couldn’t hurt. He had made his decision either way.
But God hadn’t spared him those horrors. He hadn’t made him a good Dad or husband. He hadn’t erased his memories!
He screamed into the night. “You suck, God!”
When he opened his eyes, there floating beside him in the water were five tea lights. Someone upriver must be having a party. “Good for them.”, he whispered. His four children and wife would soon have something to celebrate too.
Then he stared at the lights stubbornly twinkling beside him.
FIVE OF THEM.
In his mind, out of nowhere, John 1:5 echoed in his own voice. “The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome[a] it.”
Aaron wept for quite a while as he felt a weight literally lifting from his shoulders.
Then he walked toward the light of the city and home.
Healing was a process, and he knew now where (and why) he would make it happen.




