A friend reached out this a.m. after reading St Therese’s prayer. She has lost both her parents in the last few months. We chatted a bit about grief and asking for strength. She commented she wasn’t sure who she was talking to in her head, but that traditional beliefs did not have a presence in her life right now.
Completely understandable, we don’t feel very spirited in the wilderness.
It got me to thinking…
Faith. Does it matter what you are having faith in, or just that you are choosing to believe?
And which feels better right now– to project hope into a future positive possibility or to fear the worst?
Faith is seeing possibilities, not just problems. (What is a problem solver anyway? I think it’s just someone that believes in possible solutions.)
‘Be still, and know that I am God’PSALM 46:10
We are more than half way though Lent, and exactly a year into Covid times, with an ‘end’ that seems to be in sight. Or at least a psychological end, as vaccine, vacation and some variety of normalcy on the horizon suggest.
With brighter days in sight, but no sense of what that new normal will really mean for each of us, it’s as likely a time as any to spend time quietly reflecting.
There is hope, and yet I don’t know of a single external circumstance, inflamed by the events of the last year, that has completely resolved.
“Hold on tight” seems to continue to be the mantra we each must keep in mind. The challenges of life seem to keep on keeping on, moving me to wonder if our energy is better spent accepting the discomfort change brings, than trying to prevent it.
Maybe the best way to get through is to be still, and rest with the One who commanded we do so. Today is a good day to do that, and see what comes up in the process. Why not try now?
A Musical Meditation:
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