Sometimes the holy ground crumbles right where I’m standing.
Questions come. Answers elude.
Outcomes aren’t what I’d hoped for, prayed for, worked for.
Relationships strain, tempers flare, voices’ volume rises.
Hot tears sear cheeks.
Prayers for peace, for provision, for patience, for presence go unanswered.
Face and heart harden.
The needle rips across the vinyl, stops the soundtrack, does its damage.
Now, soul-deep disappointment settles in like a storm, brooding.