Pessimistic

I must admit that it continues to be a daily challenge to find encouragement and comfort in this pandemic time. And then, here in the U.S., even if the current regime is routed in next week’s election, which is not a certainty, there is the real possibility of reactionary actions from those dissatisfied with the result. At my place of work, we continue to wonder exactly when the hammer will fall and who and what it will obliterate.

Yes, I am feeling rather pessimistic today.

The pessimism extends to my mindset as I work on an application for a new job, one in which I could do well, but for which I do not believe I will be given a fair review. Why, then, apply at all? Partly because I have concluded that I have nothing to lose. Also, I firmly believe if it is God’s will, it will happen, and if not, then I am ready to accept that.

For some reason, as I write this, I’m reminded of the following Bible verse:

…for all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God…”

Romans 3:23 (NIV)

“ALL have sinned.” So true. Perhaps my pessimism is an outward sign of the weakness of my faith. I’ve allowed the sin of doubt to have too strong a hold on me. I’m simply tired, still, and uncertain.