God who operates beyond time and space, would you mind transforming me back to one year ago this afternoon?
Would you send me back to a time when hope still pushed aside the climate of despair? A time when I didn’t know death’s frigid grasp so well… a time when my body hadn’t yet become companions with various types of pain… a time when we stood on the edge of a possibility which would have brought prosperity for more of my neighbors and a time when hate was not so loud.
Where is this time machine, God? Maybe I would have made some different decisions, spent more time with loved ones, cared for myself in new ways.
I know we cannot travel back, and I know forward through the tunnel is the only path to journey. So give me the peace and strength as the suffocating shadows swallow me as I drive this stretch of road.
And as I reemerge from the tunnels, may your sunlight warm my soul again.