It’s written that the word of God came to John, son of Zachary, in the desert. Keep listening, and trust that things are gonna get better.
Everybody’s desert is different. Some are short. Some are long. Some have water fountains. Some don’t. One thing they all have in common, though, is silence. When all I hear is the echo of my own words, I start to get a little crazy. But when I shut up, I hear other things, and they are wonderful.
If I were in charge, the word of God would have come to John, son of Zachary, in the dessert, like maybe a hot fudge sundae.
Chin up, kiddo. Some days you eat the bear; some days the bear eats you. Just keep the A-1 handy.