Life can be magnificent and overwhelming, that is the whole tragedy.
Without beauty, love, or danger it would almost be easy to live.
(The Mayor is up to her neck in troubles–and yes she kept asking for more / Abby Cook / 2020)
I think most all of us can relate to feeling much like this picture of the Mayor.
Buried up to our necks in the world’s seemingly unending madness.
Helpless and trapped while our hands are rendered useless in fending off the unrelenting
Stuck in the sand and helplessly relegated to merely watching the madness
without being able to do a darn thing about it.
And so it is during such dire times that our only option, our only recourse, is to simply seek the quiet– going to hide away, as it were, seeking solitude…going to that place of quiet and seclusion…as we lift up our voices in prayer.
(the Sheriff has a thing for cabinets / Julie Cook / 2020)
(why does the Sheriff remind me of a squirell / Julie Cook / 2020)
But when you pray, go into your room, close the door and pray to your Father,
who is unseen.
Then your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you.