The Morning Is Coming
No more the night Holds thee his captive Jesus is risen, my Savior and King Yesterday, I found myself saying something out loud that I think I’ve been feeling for a while: Sometimes life feels like too much. Not just busy. Not just hard. Heavy . The kind of heavy that makes you seriously wonder how long you can keep carrying it. I even found myself confessing a dream I've had about escaping, disappearing to a remote island with my husband, far away from responsibility, pressure and noise. Just peace. Just rest. As I tried to explain it to my family, I cycled through words like anxiety, sadness, fear, stress…. each one touching part of it, but not the whole. The closest I could get, the word that seemed to hold it all, was hopelessness . The last month or so has brought some unexpected and deeply difficult things into our home, the kind that don’t have neat explanations and don’t resolve quickly. So naturally, that...