journaling

Making sense of Hard times

Some moments stick to your soul.

It’s when you get the “before” and “after” sensation. Sometimes you recognize it in the moment. You drop a road marker and think, I need to come back and think about this later. Other times you recognize its significance as you glance in the rearview mirror.

These moments often shift our worldview. They can come cloaked in a diagnosis, a failure, or an accident. It might be a time when we wished we said or did something differently. Maybe we spoke too fast or stayed silent too long.

Soul Comfort in a Crisis

It seems as if everyone I talk to is suffering from a low-grade Quarantine-itis. The symptoms range from crying at the drop of a hat, short-tempered outburst over small things, and a general sense of anxiety about what is coming next. If this sounds familiar, I have some ideas about how to move out of this funk.

Our enemy is microscopic and has us divided into small groups preventing the linking arms and standing closer than 6 feet. In this surreal space, it is hard not to want to cry at the drop of a hat. Thankfully, we are not alone and we can help those on the front lines with our prayer.

Instead of diving headlong into things that normally bring us comfort like a bag of Pepperidge Farm Mint Milanos, what if we did more of what fuels our souls?