‘The light at the end of the tunnel isn’t looking too bright right now’.
My friend’s life was crashing in. She’d suffered a string of bereavements, patches of ill-health, she’d been a victim of crime, and now work was crumbling around her ears. She knew that God was good, but the events shouting most loudly pointed to the Fall. And she didn’t know how to keep going day by day.
She’s not alone. As we reach the one-year mark of the pandemic in the UK, many of us have experienced loss of varying kinds. Lots of us are exhausted by the fear, the economic strife, the health challenges, the strained relationships, or the simple reality of having to change how we do things every few weeks. And beyond the Covid horizon, all the old stresses and strains abound. Some of us are anxious, some of us are depressed. Most people, at one point or another, will find themselves struggling to persevere.
