It’s been a difficult couple of weeks.
Not because of any one thing, but an accumulation of many things that have worn me down.
You know how things just catch up with you?
While doing the dishes this morning, I thought, “who am I?”
Who am I, when tornadoes have leveled whole towns, with loss of homes, businesses, and family?
Who am I, when those who protect us are murdered and will not return to their families and friends?
Who am I, when children are recruited to fight for terrorism?
This doesn’t mean my personal pain is not valid. God does not place limits on what upsets us.
It means sometimes we have to look up to see the masses, otherwise we feel very alone, only exasperating our pain.
Who am I?
I recognize pain is universal and everyone of us are facing something.
I recognize God didn’t leave us without anything to rest our troubled minds upon.
I recognize the need for frequent reminders.
I recognize the need for all of us to trust in something. If we avoid trusting God, no matter how much it hurts, we will find something else to trust in. Even our own right to be angry and bitter.
Who are you?