Restoration in the Year of Hope

"...truth to the clouds"

Clouds …from other days … color my world with sunset skies. (Adapted from Rabindranath Tagore’s poem; Image credit: Paul Voie)

For the last couple of years I’ve been restoring myself. Evil people threw “chaos into [my] life” and metaphorically “slashed [my] wrists leaving [me] bleeding.” I asked the pastor who told me this why nobody questioned the leaders (also pastors). She replied, “Why would anybody speak up or do anything? You’re a warning to others: If you dare to question us, this is what will happen to you.” Malevolence. Crime. I survived. Today, I confidently praise, like David, claiming assurance and protection: For your steadfast love is as high as the heavens; your faithfulness extends to the clouds. Psalm 57:10: