Sometimes I feel like the darkness of the world is too much. Like being enveloped in a darkness so thick you are screaming in the dark, and the light in the tunnel you think you see is actually just the headlight of the oncoming train.
I fear for the future. Freedoms being taken away, our once free society transformed into a dystopian Atwood-esque world where women are little more than breeding stock, and sex for pleasure, along with many other simple things we now take for granted, is illegal. And there is growing hatred of GLBT and people of color, and the once unthinkable Jim Crow attitudes once more becoming the paradigm. And of course, the fear, reading the news that we may not even HAVE a future of any kind.
Sometimes you just lose hope. Just the fear and darkness sometimes becomes overwhelming. I try to carry the light, but yet the swirling winds are too strong, and I get tired, wet and cold.
And yes, sometimes I pray.
"Come in," He said, "I'll give you shelter from the storm." (Matt.11 v.28)