I am not okay. No, not even a little. I am hurt and scared and confused.
But I will be okay. And then I’ll be not okay. And then I’ll be okay again, on and on until I die.
I don’t think God has a plan and I don’t think everything happens for a reason. If the terrible things in this world are part of God’s plan that he is enacting for some reason, then fuck God.
But I do believe God is working everything for good. I believe the moral arc of the universe is justice, like Martin Luther King said. All things work together for the good of those who love God. Things are oriented towards messy, beautiful, confusing redemption and goodness. The universe and all her fucked up chaos are oriented towards good.
I’m trusting the process.
So I am hurting and heart-broken and confused and in pain and really really not okay.
But I will be.