A few weeks ago, I had legitimately lost hope. I was consumed by the news and every day was weighted underneath a blanket of grief, anxiety, and despair. Part of me tried to snap out of it. The other part of me kept binging information. I took a walk with my friend and said, “I don’t think I can live another 50 years like this.” Meaning, I cannot keep standing in the water as one devastation after another crash like merciless waves on my heart.
Great piece, Savannah, thank you. We are in strange times, especially as we have entered from calmer times - all of a sudden there are explosions of things that are harbingers of potential despair. I like your personal and yet graphic reflection on "the times", signs of the times (Mt 24:43). There have been beautiful sunrises lately, amazingly beautiful
Savannah, I was sad for you when I read the opening section: "I had legitimately lost hope. I was consumed by the news". By the end I was encouraged. Blessings
Speaking of the Taylor Swift movie, my friend and I went the week after my birthday and seeing everyone there singing along and dancing and telling our favorite Swiftie stories was a huge day brightener. Being able to dance and sing and cry together in a world full of hurt for three hours was so needed. I’m trying to find other moments of joy in my life like that too in the mundane. 🩵
When I am horrified by news and violence and all kinds of trouble, I sing a verse of “This my Father’s World.” My Go-To line is this: “And though the wrong seems oft so strong, God is the Ruler yet.”
Great piece, Savannah, thank you. We are in strange times, especially as we have entered from calmer times - all of a sudden there are explosions of things that are harbingers of potential despair. I like your personal and yet graphic reflection on "the times", signs of the times (Mt 24:43). There have been beautiful sunrises lately, amazingly beautiful
Savannah, I was sad for you when I read the opening section: "I had legitimately lost hope. I was consumed by the news". By the end I was encouraged. Blessings
Speaking of the Taylor Swift movie, my friend and I went the week after my birthday and seeing everyone there singing along and dancing and telling our favorite Swiftie stories was a huge day brightener. Being able to dance and sing and cry together in a world full of hurt for three hours was so needed. I’m trying to find other moments of joy in my life like that too in the mundane. 🩵
When I am horrified by news and violence and all kinds of trouble, I sing a verse of “This my Father’s World.” My Go-To line is this: “And though the wrong seems oft so strong, God is the Ruler yet.”
Crying in the coffee shop. Brb.