I wish I knew what the future held for me, my family, and those close to me.  I’m not sure if it would spoil the story, but it would be comforting to know.

Maybe it’s not the future that I want to know about, but  the knowledge that everyone is going to be ok.  That the issues we’re facing have an acceptable solution.  That things will just work out.

Having dwelled on this before, I know there’s a danger of living in fear of the-next-bad-thing.  Which is horrible.  How can you possibly enjoy anything if you’re constantly worried and trying to plan for the next bad thing that might or might not happen.  You’ve gotta let go and have faith, but what if you can’t.  How do you find faith if it’s been illusive for such a long time.  What is there to believe in if history has shown that belief without knowledge leads to little or nothing.

How can you trust that whatever lies over that horizon is something good.