darkly.

Seeing reality through a glass darkly.
The reality of eternity, of the end, of God's unfathomable will.
There are so many things to cloud my soul's vision.
Sights, sounds, smells, tastes, feelings that saturate every moment of my living.
Things happen and I do not understand.
Things do not happen and I do not understand.
This whirling ball of blue, this space churning with chaos goes beyond the grasp of my mind.
Nothing is left to fall on but faith.
Faith that somewhere in all of life's crazy mess God is in control.
In the things He allows that I do not understand, there is a purpose.
A method to His madness, if I could say so respectfully.
It can be vastly frustrating, living in a tunnel and only being able to see the light at the end.
But as long as there is a light, there is hope.
And as long as there is God to hope in, my hope is sure.