It's the beginning of a New Year, will it be our last?

 It is a phenomenal feeling of going to sleep on the last day of the year 2023 and wonder will the world still be around when I awake into the new year of 2024.  I am heartbroken and speechless on the wickedness, turmoil, and hate we are experiencing worldwide.  I realize we are at the point in the timeline of humanity that we must go through this hell to reach the glory that we can become.  

But as a listen to the Traveling Wilbury's sing of going to the end of the line, I realize we will get through this time of hopelessness. No matter the horrors we witness, may we always be willing to get on our knees and pray for the Lord to accompany us through the darkness.  May we be the light to the world, continually having hope and love to those suffering.  

Even if the world should continue to collapse as it has done in civilizations past, hold to God, have faith that we will rejoice together again.  

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