There are days when it seems words fail me. I find myself angry, frustrated, and depressed for either no discernable reason at all or for several reasons all at once.
I try to pray on those days but those words fail me too. I breathe "God" but feel as if I'm really just whistling in the dark. I know He's there. It just feels like He isn't. Perhaps it's simply me who isn't there. Or here. Or anywhere. Just little old me, with my insides all wrapped up into a tight little black ball of--something. The something is unpleasant. I prefer to view life through rose tinted glasses. I prefer to see things from sunny side up as opposed to seeing what might be hiding underneath. That's what I prefer. Life, unfortunately, often has other plans for me.
And so on those days I simply must remind myself that everything will get better eventually. I realize that usually right after it gets better it tends to come crashing right back down around you again. Nonetheless, I prefer to ride the dark tide but keep my mind focused on the fact that soon that same tide will turn light. And that light will see me through until the next dark round rears its ugly head again.
It's true. Sometimes you just have to keep putting one foot in front of the other anyway. Eventually you will wind up somewhere. Refuse to give up. Refuse to give in. Remember the One True Light which shines upon ALL of us. For the Lord makes His light to shine upon all men, whether righteous or unrighteous. The 'righteous'
should never feel any sense of entitlement over the 'unrighteous' for God loves us all, saved and unsaved. Some of us just discovered the truth first.
He is here, there, and everywhere, even when it seems we've been deserted. He has promised to never leave us.