Death is part of the story in a fallen world. Try all you may, you will not live forever in this flesh and bone.
I’m guilty of pointing fingers, rather than calling out the good in our communities of faith. It’s easy for me to be a pessimist.
Have you ever felt as if there is a space between the pain and the joy, burning for more?
Have you ever felt completely alone amidst a crowd of thousands?
Are you your own worst enemy, constantly tearing yourself to shreds in your soul?
Have you ever just felt empty, exhausted, and tired of feeling like everything is meaningless?