"No mere human can solve the king's mystery, I don't care who it is---no wise man, enchanter, magician, diviner. But there is a God in heaven who solves mysteries, and He has solved this one."
I don't have all the answers. Honestly, in my search for some, I've just ended up with more questions.
The past year has been filled with more uncertainties, more shifting sand, than I've ever imagined possible. It's felt as though everything in my life has a question mark after it. And I so want to start finding some periods. I desire conclusion. I want certainty and understanding. I long for things to simply make sense.
But they don't.
Not only is my future a mystery, much of my present is as well. And while I love a good mystery in print or on screen, right now I'm really not enjoying the mystery that is my life. I'm burdened by the ambiguity of my situation and by my paradoxical emotions. My own heart is an enigma I can't make sense of.
My life---my circumstances, my understanding, my way forward, my very heart---is a mystery. One that no mere human can solve, I don't care who it is.
But there is a God in heaven who solves mysteries. And He's solved even this one.