I wrote this last year during a time that held so much death and so many hard questions. While I may not have the answers, I choose to trust the one who holds us through it all.
There is so much sadness. So much death. I feel the weight of it. Like water all around me.
I am okay with it. Sadness is not something to be fought, but something to walk through. For how does one battle water?
I am drawn into the arms of my Father. I pull back to ask why. He folds me in. His response.
I cannot see what He can see.
I rest in the sadness. Somehow. I am at rest in Him. Trusting. Always trusting. For what else can I do? Where else would I turn?
I turn to Life. In the midst of death.
My hope is in the Living God.