When the nights are sleepless and the future feels dumb and the questions outweigh any answers; when what worked before doesn’t work anymore and I start to wax sentimental about any time other than now; when I’m wringing my hands and reaching for comforts and trying not to numb out again, there’s one prayer I keep repeating and it always leads to something:
O God, Bring it into the light. Amen.
That’s it.
That’s the prayer.
Here’s what I’ve learned and what (almost) always happens next.
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