Those days were past now. Lana's grandpa had gone to Heaven, and the little cabin belonged to her. She came here from time to time when she needed to escape life in the big city, even though the drive took a couple hours. When she sat on an old tree branch with her feet dangling in the water, all the sadness and weariness slowly slipped away.
At the cabin Lana was able to forget that her mama was worse off now, and that visiting her in the hospital unit made Lana cry. She forgot that her father had finally had enough one day and left them, and that the man she had hoped to marry had decided that he wasn't the marrying kind.
Here, at her little refuge in the trees, Lana could breathe freely, she could sleep without having nightmares, and she could eat fresh-caught fish for her supper as the sun slowly dropped behind the trees. Night time found her curled up in the old rocking chair, where her grandpa had sat so many times. She read by the light of her propane lantern, and wrote notes to herself in the journal that she'd brought. It only took a few days now and then for Lana to begin to feel whole again, and to believe that it was still possible that her life could turn out good.
Lana prayed every day just like her grandpa taught her, and hoped and waited for things to improve. She didn't know that God was already busy on her behalf, and the stranger about to knock on the cabin door was going to change her life in ways she couldn't even imagine.
This post was written for Two Shoes Tuesday
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