Maranatha
For a while now, my constant prayer has been, "Maranatha." Lord, come. Often times, this world and this life is overwhelming for me. I am confused. I don't have answers. I don't know what to do. In our world filled with brokenness, my only choice has been to look to the Redeemer who is sovereign, clinging to His promises, waiting for everything to be made right when Christ returns. The injustice that persists in this world has left me with a burden that I just can't shake. Racism, police brutality, human trafficking, wealth inequality, sexism, the list just goes on and on. While I feel like these things have been normalized and often overlooked in our society, for me the past 17 months has been filled with an increasing awareness of these realities and it is tough to handle. Grief and anger have been emotions that I've become uncomfortably familiar with. I've spent many nights defeated, knowing I can't do anything to fix it. And it is sobering know...