Good morning BelovedOne,
They step through doors to play the role they have been asked to famously play.
We see our people doing life.
And, all the while, under the mask, every one of them are fielding the full impact of grief that ought not be a part of their life-story. We know, because we walk the same yard. Life-grief comes in with the breezes and fronts, doesn’t it?
Even a brass brassiere can’t shield the suffering, when what the heart longs for is different from what the soul’s resources are able to give.
The heart cries under the facade.
Sometimes overcome, overwhelmed, undone, on calloused knees stained by dirt ground in, we look deeper, past the unknowns to the only answer:
‘He knows the way I have taken; when He has tested me, I will emerge as pure gold.
Yet I am not destroyed by the darkness, by the thick darkness that covers my face.’ Job 23:10, 17
And, we press on.