By Guest Blogger Janet Asbridge

I rolled over and peered at the alarm clock burning a sickly green hole in the dark – 3:16 AM. I yawned and shut my eyes. Sleep. I needed sleep. I rolled over, determined. My eyes popped open.

The worry monsters roaring in my head were too loud. Darkness suffocated me and the accusing dim light of the alarm clock on the nightstand only made it worse.

The noisiest monster in my head involved my eldest son. He had graduated from college and come home to live like so many young men his age. I would have let him stay until he was firmly on his feet, but my husband was determined to make him a man. His ultimatum: “Get a job and move out by Labor Day.”

To me, it seemed cruel. Our son would be deeply hurt if we kicked him out. What if he couldn’t find a job? Where would he live?

Throughout the endless pitch-black morning, I worried about my whole family, their challenges, and struggles.

Finally, at 4:54, I couldn’t stand it anymore. I bolted out of bed, thrust open the bathroom window and took a gulp of fresh air. I was rewarded with the sight of a faint gold light shining through the fir trees.

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JW Asbridge lives in cool, green southwest Washington State with her husband and spoiled cat, Salty. She enjoys reading, walking in the woods, and creating mosaics. Writing is what she enjoys the most–especially stories about God showing up when times are difficult. For more inspirational stories, check out her website @ jwasbridge.net. And watch for the release of her new book, Atomic Secrets, a story of love, mystery, and intrigue on the home front during World War ll.