The dust settles.  The guns fall silent. The Great Confrontation is over.

So now I find myself asking, 'Now what?'

It shames me to admit it, but I didn't plan on what to do after that night. I have this thing about making long-term plans.  I quit making them a long time ago, since mostly they don't turn out the way I expect them and it just plain frustrated me.  Nowadays I make short-term plans, do my best, and rest in His sovereignty, knowing that He will lead me Home eventually.

Ergo, it seems to me that the fight has just started and I am left unprepared and without a battle plan.  Not that I could create one if I tried.  I really have no idea how to do this.  In the past I mainly winged it. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't.

I wonder if this is the time to improvise.  God, I really don't know.

I haven't done this before.
 
But.

I think I'll start with being true to myself.  I am whole enough to do that now.  

And in being true to myself, I think I just have to find appropriate expressions of how precious she is to me.

That's all I have right now.