“I think I’m depressed,” I told my husband. “I have no motivation to do my work. I only want to do macrame all day. What’s wrong with me? Is it hormones, aging, or this pandemic?” Along with much of the world, I was, at that moment, weary and losing heart.
"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.
This post, originally published on August 22, 2016 under the title “As He Said,” has been updated to be included in the "Favored Blessed Pierced: A Fresh Look at Mary of Nazareth" Lent 2020 Reading Plan. Jesus died on Friday afternoon. It was now about noon, and darkness came over the whole land until three … Continue reading Waiting
My devotional asks me, "What can I do to relieve the fears of others?" I am stopped short. I have been exacerbating fears, not relieving them.