Faith in the Future

I used to never really think about the future in terms of the day to day things...it was just there.  Plans made were a given, I've always liked to project forward.  Because, of course, I was in total control of all that happened in my life! Naive or youth...not quite sure, probably both.  I see it all so differently now.  I've written about this before, Bob's sudden death was an earthquake in my life.  I lost my faith in even knowing or caring what the next day would bring. The "what ifs" were piled so high I couldn't see beyond them.  It was paralyzing. 
What brought this to mind was an article I recently read about a breast cancer survivor and an interview that I watched with Marie Osmond talking about her son's suicide.  Caught completely off-guard, waking up each morning asking what next.  Bob & I used to talk about the best way to go....our best way was a plane crash together...both of us at the same time.  I guess that's pretty selfish but it worked for us :)
The good news is that I am slowly getting my faith back.  My faith in God, life and the future.  Dave has been my rock and continues to hold my hand through the journey.  Without him, I don't think I would have found my way back.  I can't say that my faith is fully restored...I still look for the other shoe to drop but I am making progress. And maybe the best lesson is to live in the present because, really, that's all we have.