Sometimes I cannot even imagine tomorrow, or at least a tomorrow worth getting out of bed for. But none of that matters. God’s peace is in no way constrained by my imagination. I don’t have to have a rational explanation for why my suffering is worth enduring today—and that’s not what I need anyway. I need both my heart and my mind to be comforted, to be guarded. My emotions and my thoughts will betray me, but I know He is faithful.
