Puzzles

Some days are better than others, of course. But, some days are ruthless, dark, and seemingly hopeless. Those are the ones that puzzle me.

It's during the puzzling days that I'm most thankful for my faith. It steadies me when nothing else makes sense to me. It washes over me like the first light after a thunderstorm. It renews my hope.

What puzzles me most is that I'm so puzzled. Perhaps those days are God's only way to get my undivided attention. No matter how frequently or infrequently they come, I'm always puzzled by them.

 

 

 

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