On occasion, I must confess that my faith slips a cog, like a car with a bad clutch. When I see good people frightened by a seemingly hopeless future, when I hear bad news crowding out all else in the media, when I look into the faces of strangers and find soul-weary sadness, I wonder, “Is there really a God? A benevolent force in our Universe?” and my belief that we are watched over, cared for, and loved falters
The best part is that hope revived itself after the moss had been abandoned.
Well, it’s not a perfect metaphor, but you get the idea. Merry Christmas to you and yours, Joanna.
Joanna Campbell Slan says
We’re all perfectly imperfect, Rhonda. You are right–it was my hope and faith that were revived!