I wrote this quite awhile ago, but never posted it. It’s still true, so here it is.
Sometimes there is just too much.
Too much pain, suffering, sadness. Too much that is unfair. Too much that hits too close to home. Too much fear.
Why are things the way they are?
Oh, sure, I know the Sunday school answers. But those aren’t cutting it today.
I am a jumbled mess of sorrow and anxiety. Why are these things happening to these people? And what’s to say I won’t be next? Whether it’s me or someone close to me, it’s become painfully clear that no one is safe from the horrors of life.
Somewhere inside me is the knowledge that God is still in control, a seed of faith buried underneath a mountain of doubt.
I alternate between a fiery desire to live fully every moment I’m given and a crippling sense of futility that makes me want to pull the covers over my head and give up on it all.
I gave in, and admitted that God was God.
-C. S. Lewis