And it will still happen. Just today I realized that I was swimming in a sea of dread that something awful was about to happen. And maybe it is or maybe it isn't. But it's a wound that was already there, the ache of the broken arm that doesn't mean your arm is broken again. It's the same break from before.
I believe I will see the bounty of the Lord in the land of the living. Wait for the Lord with courage. Be stouthearted, and wait for the Lord.
