Beloveds.
How are you? Really.
Check in with You.
I'm still on a social media break (going on three weeks... but also, what is time rn?),
But
I wanted to share this note I just wrote to myself after an unexpectedly emotionally laborious errand to and from an otherwise routine annual appointment:
Tamp
12 degrees in '21. 12? Fine...Time, bitterly still and blindingly quick.Passing boarded-up windows plastered with slogansProtestSolidarityFor Sale/For Rent/Space AvailableOn one storefront:#JusticeForAnd a list of names...The window too smallfor all the names...Your phone pings your arrival before you even reach the door.That New App Magic. Okay...Waiting.And movement.And more waiting.You are grateful to have access to this care.You wait.Questions you expect.You don't expect"What breaks your heart?"is "easier" to answer than"What brings you joy right now?"You don't expectThe feeling your response to[What's a typical day like?]Is inadequate,Because what is typical right now?
You scoff at yourself...
And all of the sudden (though not really)Your heart is in your throat,And you're glad you're wearing a mask,and your giant glassesto hide the twisting of your lips, your cheeks,maybe even the tears welling up in your eyes.Maybe you can blink them back before they spill out...
But you can't and they do...
Beloved,I understand we don't want to cryin the coldin this officein publicinto our mask,ANDBeloved,It's okayto feel the deep ache,building up in our gutuntil we can't say another worduntil we let loose the sob.I understand, we like to give our catharsis parameters.But maybeIt just needs space. Like us, Beloved We.And, here's the best part, there's plenty of space available.
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Take care, Beloveds.
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Stay prayed up. The Lord is at work making all things new. |