I'm on another crafting binge. The last time I made so many projects in one stretch was after my dad passed away. When I finally came up for air, I asked myself, "What was that?" I now realize it was my response to grief.
"Lament is a raw, unfiltered cry to God based on trust in his character and with hope for his resolution." It asks, "Why Lord, and how long?"
Feelings of sadness have flooded my soul and the social media of my friends and family. We are sad, both individually and collectively. And we have every right to be.
I limped slowly to a nearby playground, my journey labored due to a sauce bottle which landed on my toe a few days earlier. I lifted up my heart to the Lord: What does my soul want to say to you, Jesus? And what do you want to say to my soul, Jesus?
Spring has not been cancelled, but has emerged on schedule. Creation did not get the government memo. Life marches on glorious and triumphant.
Mentoring doesn’t feel like a relevant topic for surviving life in a pandemic. But I firmly believe that mentoring is absolutely necessary right now.