Driving home tonight, the world isn't right. My stomach hurts. His high beams are glaring at me. Her singleness tears deep. His buddy is dying of a brain tumor. It's dark and cold. I'm tired.

Optimism is telling me, "Snap out of it and look on the bright side."

But Truth is saying, "Stay where you are tonight and let Me hold you. This side isn't meant to be the bright one."