Why?
Questions asked in the dark have a way of bringing me into light.
Instead of fear closing in, I draw near.
Up close and personal.
To the One who knows all.

Why?
Questions asked in the dark have a way of bringing me into light.
Instead of fear closing in, I draw near.
Up close and personal.
To the One who knows all.
In the bare bones
of a waking day,
I sit.
Still.
War and rumors of war advancing.
Overtaking.
Several years ago, in the upheaval of an unexpected move to a different country, I’m struggling.
Questions speak loud. Wake me in the night.
What if it’s the wrong place?
What if it doesn’t work?
What if we can’t get permission to stay?
What if…?
Doubts about the future linger. Rising from underlying fear. In a long season of unanswered questions.