A turbulent week. More change, uncertainty and chaos layered on top of that which was already. I am thankful that I am not afraid. I am, however, working through feeling a bit defeated. It’s easy to feel hopeless right now. It’s one thing to anticipate dark times, but actually being in ’em is hell. Especially when there are decisions to be made, and people depending on you. And no light in sight.
We are all in this right now. (And “Better Together,” as Jack Johnson sings.)
I ran into two friends out getting fresh air and perspective. They’re doing what I am trying to do. Walking, running, being in nature- and doing their damndest to stay afloat. Enduring emotional, physical, financial, spiritual fatigue. I feel their pain. I am tired too, and sore.
It’s not much of a time for talking, or even for empathy or co-misery, because then we will all just start crying. And what we, or I anyway, really need to do this week is to hold on. So instead today, how about a promise, that I know to be true:
YOU ARE NOT ALONE.
And a powerful poem, that reads like a prayer to me:
Footprints in the Sand
One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord. Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand. Sometimes there were two sets of footprints, other times there was one only.
This bothered me because I noticed that during the low periods of my life, when I was suffering from anguish, sorrow or defeat, I could see only one set of footprints, so I said to the Lord,
“You promised me Lord,that if I followed you, you would walk with me always. But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life there has only been one set of footprints in the sand. Why, when I needed you most, have you not been there for me?”
The Lord replied, “The years when you have seen only one set of footprints, my child, is when I carried you.”
Mary Stevenson, 1936