It doesn’t seem fair or just that one maintain a incomprehensible depth of joy when the sorrows of this world are at its unfathomable height. Is that why I so often sink into the groove of despair? I become a stranger among friends, a foe among family. Many are but oblivious to the inheritance they claim. How sad my yesses dissolve into guesses when one refuses my generosity. It is easier to hope in a distant fortune than to manage it.
“Why, my soul, are you downcast?
Why so disturbed within me?
Put your hope in God,
for I will yet praise him,
my Savior and my God.” (Psalm 42:11)
A six-sentence syllabus traced along the perimeter of my mind