Maybe it’s my age, or maybe it’s my sanctification, or maybe it’s the end of the freaking world (here’s hoping), but whatever the case: suffering is in the water.
And all around me I hear confusion. Confusion about the marriage of tears and faith. Confusion about the intersection of pain and trust. Confusion about the gray area between grief and the Gospel.
Most of my generation cannot cope with the discomfort of ‘negative’ emotions. We’ve been bubble wrapped from unpleasant feelings and as a result, we have no tolerance for them. We fix them any way we know how.