It hits you hard sometimes, don't it? With its twists and turns and unforeseen nightmares that come screaming at your door begging for entry, apparently out of nowhere. Occasionally, these horrors push their way in, menacing and unkind, without regard that you're making dinner or mopping the floor. And there they stand, staring at you in the face, point blank. Things you can't ward off with garlic or Vic's Vapo Rub, like tumors and accidents and heartbreak.
Sometimes life hits you square in the jaw and you gotta take it. Asking "why" is beside the point --it's like asking why the sky is blue, or the grass is green. It is because it is, and that's that.
But does it end here? What about the blue-haired lady in the Mini who always smiles and has a kind word for you, or the man at the gym who composes a poem out of nowhere in the middle of a stretch, leaving your heart open wide, and your eyes glistening with tears? What about sunflowers so big their faces heave over, and museums, and Farmer Joe's, and warm laundry and Chinese food?
These, I believe, are the reasons I stick around. Because as bad as evil is, good is better. So yeah, my heart aches, people kill each other and the world is going to pot, but "I know the Lord is always with me. I will not be shaken for he is right beside me." Psalm 16:8
And so it is.