I love Jesus. I proudly accept the invitation to be a daughter of the King. But can I confess something? I cringe a bit every time I hear someone say “God’s in charge.”
Lately the world, and my little world, has been all too heavy. That’s the only word that I can use to justly describe the stress, pain and sadness playing out around me. Heavy. Like those thick plastic blankets they put over you before you get an X-ray. It’s harder to get up and at ’em when your soul is being weighed down.