i often feel like everything good seems to get lost in brokenness. my perception is often that there is more grief in the world than joy, and looking around on any given day it wouldn't seem as though i was wrong. but on any given day there seems also to be as much possibility for happiness as there is for suffering. the unmet potential of the former just grates our hearts more acutely than the balm that is the absence of the latter soothes. the former is the desire of our hearts, and so its evasion of our grasp sits as a heavier weight on our chests. sometimes i catch myself reprimanding myself and humanity for ever feeling like happiness and joy are our prerogative. what gives us the right to think we deserve even an iota of goodness?
and quickly and kindly i am always reminded that the question is not what, but who.
and that His name is Yahweh and that He whispers grace and peace in my ear.
