So I am scared of my future, it’s really no big deal.
In fact, I’m glad to say that I am, at least I’m a realist. I don’t think we are honest enough with fear. It’s like we want to cover it up, as if it’s bad. There seems to be something wrong with crying out and admitting to fear. We really are a bunch of liars; we go around showing strength and fortitude, and yet we are crying for answers and certainty.
For my Old Testament class we have to read all of the Psalms.