Key Chain

A key chain breaks, and so does my heart.
Sure it may seem pathetic but I'm actually devastated. My key chain was from Grenada and given to me from Rev and it was a daily reminder of God's call on my life, and today it shattered. The sand that filled it is floating around my computer bag and I'm crushed along with it. Seems too pitiful for words. 227 days ago I came home broken, confused, and searching for answers. Answers that I've yet to find and I wonder if I'll ever be the same again.
Sure there were victories. Sure there are areas of me that are better because of the trip. But there are questions that I am dying to figure out.