I could not even begin to understand the depths of your story.
It would seem like you are a woman in a world that’s within this world—
It’s almost like a place no one else can reach.
And sometimes, after you’ve done all you can, the belief that you might be trapped in this place starts to play on the borders of your mind, claiming more grounds without your permission as the days drift by.
After you have given your honest best (and some more), just why?
I have no answers to give you.
But I can tell you this—
Without the churning of milk, there would be no butter.
The grapes and olives might not understand why they have to go through the press and all that crushing.
The fruitful tree that is being pruned.
Who knows what the Master is making?—
Because child of God, when you think of it, you have never been by yourself and without help.
Our fathers have said we may never understand some things on this side… until we get to heaven.
Some get to the end of the road.
Others fall by the wayside.
But it’s still the same God — leading, shepherding, and making all we need for life available to us….
So why do some fall by the wayside?
Think about it and make a choice again today.
Or reiterate it.
If the morning is not here yet, it’s not the end of the story then.
As sure as the air you’re breathing right now, the morning would surely come. And with it, joy.