Hardly a typical Sunday morning, here I am, wholly changed in the matter of a few weeks.
With the date and time far out of my mind until now, the dawn is suddenly upon me.
On a day when I’d normally rise from hibernation with hope, I’ll not leave my bedroom.
While I haven’t properly prayed for years, the kids now do an adequate blessing at each night’s dinner. We’re grateful for what we have, and we’ve shared what we could.
While we cannot surrender to despair, the wails of the sirens remind us that no silver linings will be born from these days.
Jesus didn’t escape death; he defeated it. My life here by your side is all I have, and all I will need, so despite my weariness, I too will rail against it, asking, “Is that the best you’ve got?”