Are you in a spiritual desert - seemingly without answers, direction, or change in circumstance? If your answer is a resounding “Yes,” pay special attention to the word “seemingly,” as situations are not always what they seem, and know that you are in plenty of good company.
How do I hold this living grief? How do I drink this boiling sea of suffering? Father, gather these shards. Redeem the years the locusts have eaten. Scoop up these bits and pieces, and hold them in Your Hands until Your grace floods every crevice...
An ark in a different form, laughter can act as a lifeboat for those in crisis: a place of protection, a means of moving to and through grief.
I refused to acknowledge my final struggle until I couldn’t take it anymore and broke down. I reminded myself of God’s steadfastness but hadn't allowed myself to mourn what I was going through.
