It wasn’t confusion, or even a faulty premise that took a left turn somewhere.

But in those few minutes of an early morning conversation with God when seeking some collective noun to describe an unsettling set of circumstances which—individually—don’t add up to much, but together seem overwhelming and more than I could wrap my head around even after a third mug of coffee.

This, my friends, is where God lives and works and demonstrates his namesake.

So while I chip away to find some meaning and purpose to this cluster of concerns before they take me down a rabbit hole into an abyss of emotions, thanks be to God my hope is already being knitted into a fine explanation and sensible outcome.

Mornings like these are the very essence of faith over fear.