JOY FOR YOUR SORROW
JOY FOR YOUR SORROW I’ve hated 2020. I’ve begged for it to go away. I’ve wished it never happened. I’ve tried to erase it from the years in my life. But for some weird reason, this December hits differently. I’ve had to basically run through most of the year on autopilot. I lost my grandmother. I’ve been to the depths of despair. But somehow, I’m here. And I’ve also found kindness in the most unlikely places. I’ve received favors from strangers who have blessed me. I’ve found love in times when hate surrounded me. I’ve found forgiveness even when I didn’t deserve it. I’ve had several discussions with God, most of which were unpleasant. I’ve faced storms that shook my faith by its foundations. I’ve lingered in the grey area between white and black. I’ve lost myself countlessly in an abyss of uncertainty. But somehow I’m here. I’m under no illusions about how different this Christmas would look without my grandmother in it. I’ve had doubts ...