Yet To Be

In the weakest of moments I look away, down instead of up, and see nothing.
If there is a tiny speck of light, I don’t see it because I look at my circumstances and their harsh limitations.
How cruel to be born, grow, gain, lose, and then die, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
How evil it is to despair. So easy it is to sink into the dark corners of the mind, to give into a depression where the soul is robbed of faith, and the heart becomes too afraid to believe.
It is a vengeful spirit that must not exist.
It is a evil that must never win.
The battle belongs to God.
He fights for us and will never fail.
Within the presence of God, there is peace, rest, joy, and love:
A love which dispels all fears. A love which brightens even the darkest nights with strength and with hope.
There is joy in heaven over one sinner who repents. Luke 15 verse 7
