Such false assurance it offers.
I thought it would be different once I had a recommended course of action, a path, a destination.
And it is, I suppose, in that I have those. And more.
But I still don't know how it will turn out, or what it will be to go through it, or what I, my life, anything will look like on the other side.
None of us do, do we?
All we have is the the promise of companionship.
And this: The sun will still rise and set. The moon will wax and wane. Empty trees will fill with leaves, and barren ground will yield fruit.
Each moment will still be created anew. Each day will offer chances to be kind. Each person will offer the face of Christ, Emmanuel, God-with-Us.
I, you, we :: we will all still be Beloved of God.