Twenty-Fourth

I'm scared. This world, our world, scares me. I am intensely discouraged that in the way our society works, it has actually become difficult to spend time with the only One who is with us all the time. Really, world? Really? It's only the One you were created by. The One all of us were created by.

We need to stop. All of us. For just a bit, at least daily. A minute an hour would be astounding, and should not at all seem irrational, but it does. I am terrified for what that says about our generation.

I think I just miss peace. It's been a long time since I felt it, in myself or in those around me.

And I fear. Many things. Probably too many things. But at the very least, I fear what is important. And I fear that it's being lost.