Sorry, I Can't Come
Sorry, I can't indulge this anxiety right now. I would, but today started with a sunrise that turned the whole earth orange, blanketing the morning with a winsome warmness that drew me out of bed and toward the sky. Then, I stepped outside to see that my plants were in fact growing, and I remembered, so am I. The fear of tomorrow that might have crept in was interrupted by morning glories, both in sky and flower form, and I'm going to have to postpone that indulgence. And sorry, I can't give way to my self-pity right now. There is deep sadness that abounds, that is certain. Life is hard and grief is as sure as the passing of time, but there is also hope that lasts for the long haul. Errorless Scriptures about a risen savior. There is a comforting truth, deeper than the grief, that a good life was not promised but a great eternity will be. The deep pains of a fallen world might come back, and there will be time to wail, but the hope is talking louder today and I think I...