The house is quiet. I awake before the rest. There are words I read:
The time has come. The kingdom of God is near. Repent and believe the Good News!
These are the words of Jesus.
I take one more sip of coffee and stare out the window. There is a light mist that falls outside.
There is a light mist that falls inside me. My coping mechanism has been to shut it out. Save it for another time. I am not ready.
But here, I sit alone and I must face that it is there. That is all I will do. I will know that it is there.
But I turn back to my Bible and read his words, “Good News.” Jesus, who had lived eternity past in perfection, knew the brokenness of this world like no one else, looked at those he loved, in their suffering and their pain, and proclaimed, “There is Good News.” He knew of something far better.
And I will read his words and I will feel my hurt and I will believe.