But then something overwhelming happens, usually on the side of catastrophe and heartbreak, and I slip from ‘Thy will be done,’ to ‘Why God have you forsaken us?’ Yesterday I heard that a terrible cancer has hit a family that has already experienced more than its share of tragedy. (At least that’s my judgment.)
I need time to sort this out, so here I sit in the AR (Angel Room). Sitting, praying, writing, praying. I was planning to clear out some files this morning, but that task seems pointless. My heart tells me to be with God. My call to pray for people take precedence—at least for today.