Not sure where to begin. All I know is that the past few months have seriously taken a toll on my mind, body and soul. I keep hearing the words of the old church ladies, “Be grateful. Someone has it worse than you.” Quite honestly, I don’t think that makes me feel any better or makes me any more or less grateful.

There are seasons that show up in our lives unexpectedly. Seasons that we can’t control. When those moments come, and I do mean moments, but the moments feel like a lifetime, all we can do is settle in, feel the heaviness, meditate, pray, cry, talk through it, and settle in a little bit more. These seasons make for bumpy rides due to uneven roads with many small pebbles and often thick weeds that make it even tougher to move. But move anyhow.

This kind of season makes for slow walks. This kind of season demands gentle care on the spirit. This kind of season requires rest and compassion for the weary soul.

So I settle in, breathing through the rough patch and waiting, knowing that this season will break. I hold on.

Be Well My Friends,

Rev. JacquiP