Into the Fire

This is from Chapter 13 of my WIP (Work-in-Progress):

     I accompanied her in silence until we reached the area between her cottage and my home, waiting until she unlocked the door and turned with a smile and a brief wave. Walking back to the car, I got in and sat there before backing up to put it in the garage.

     I have a tendency to run from serious contemplations. Mostly because they take me back to where I don’t want to visit. Memories aren’t always kind. In hindsight I had very few of the good variety. They seemed instead to be reminders of what a jerk and a lush I could be, an inconsiderate guy who took advantage of – and everything I could get from – the opposite sex with pleasure. It now made me shudder and I whipped my car in reverse to back it into its spot. Since when had I grown a real conscience?! 

Father, apart from you, I can't write word one. Thank you is never enough. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.