“Its only Monday, and the world is already falling apart.”
She raked slender fingers through her long hair, willing the movement to ease her tensed nerves. Her heart seemed to gravitate towards the floor. Why couldn’t something go right for a change? No matter what she did, it all seemed to unravel in the end.
As the minutes ticked by, the room grew darker until she realized her own hands were barely visible. The encroaching darkness brought relief, but only for a moment. Tomorrow she would have to face the catastrophe reverberating from today’s events.
Seized with sorrow, she sank to her knees and wept.
Plagued with doubt. Overwhelmingly defeated. Dogged by despair.
She lifted her hands to pray, her words only audible to the One who could hear the desperate cry flowing from a burdened heart.
“Why, Lord?” she gasped through tears, “Why?”
As the tears rolled down, words…
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