By John Pavlovitz
I am worn out from my groaning. All night long I flood my bed with weeping and drench my couch with tears. Psalm 6:6
People speak about a dark night of the soul.
It’s a place where both light and hope flee together; where a black heaviness settles upon your chest and makes your breathing short and labored.
In those loneliest of hours your demons (both real and imagined) get the upper hand and faith is elusive.
I know this place well….