At the end of 2014 I warned on Facebook that this coming year would be very bumpy and that everyone should hold on tight.
I was serious. The sense of foreboding and knowledge that this wouldn’t be a calm year just washed over me and while people were celebrating the new year, I was entering with fear.
It’s only April and the things happening all over the world are all one terrible nightmare. And as for the barbaric attacks on foreigners, I’ve stopped myself from seeing any pictures. People post graphic images on their walls and it turns me off. Why would you want to share pictures of hacked up people? I choose to grieve in silence. I cannot imagine the fear and pain those people are going through. I cannot understand that any normal human would do that.
And I wonder why God saw it fit to keep me safe. Yes, I live daily with pain of some sort, but it’s not the type of pain inflicted by a baying mob of people holding weapons. I’m not about to lose a limb in the next 5 minutes. Nor my life.
When I think of the horror and sheer terror in the Germanwings aircraft, my mind wants to shut off. And it rightly should.
I cannot imagine the chaos that’s going to happen when the rest of the Bible is fulfilled. I want to go past it. I want to live in beauty. In a place without terminal cancer, paralysis, death. I want it gone. I want to hear Him say, “It is finished.”