Just enough light to see directly in front of me. Frightened by the darkness (both literally and metaphorically). Jumping at any loud or sudden sounds. Foggy brained. My long range planning has radically shifted from calendaring months in advance to what will our next Hours.
God calls each of us to continue to bear Christ's light until “thy kingdom of grace come(s) quickly and swallow(s) up all the kingdoms of the earth.” (Wesley).
Right now a child is being raped. Another starved to death. Yet another caught in the cross fires of rival gangs. How much longer till the great suffering ends? Do you not know if it is to end we have to do the work of ending it...Rise up, Church!
Mom is away from the body. Mom is at home in the Lord. Mom finished her race. Mom is safe. Mom is free. Mom is home.