Do you ever stop to wonder how things--life, family, friends, health, everything--got so screwed up, and wonder if it will ever get much better? If you really are capable of putting all the broken pieces into a mosaic? I mean, living is hard. It literally can't be easy if we want free will. And if we want a great story, there has to be conflict, there has to be pain. It's hard in the dark night of the soul not to feel overwhelmed. I mean, just because I know God is going to make sure our story is beautiful, and it will end with a feast and a celebration and a wedding, that doesn't make the hard work of the middle any easier. Especially at 3:00 am.
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