It’s been quite a while since I have just sat down and put the pen or pencil to the paper or even sat at the computer and written off the cuff. It’s been a little tough. Times are tough. Because of that, the pencil feels so heavy when I lift it. People have been going through – the world often feels as if it is having a nervous breakdown and sometimes I just don’t want to write about it. “Well, Wendy, write something else.”
Writing is about truth to me. It’s not just about putting words on the page. It’s about listening- listening to my heart, listening for God’s voice, listening to the hearts around me. And right now, this is my truth. I write about hope- however hope must often be grasped through the midst of pain, broken hearts, loss, … hopelessness. Hope is a hard sell when we hear of violence in our streets and suicides- when we see mudslides and tornadoes wiping out cities, boats capsizing and buses catching fire with precious children on board, missing airplanes filled with people, folks collapsing under the pressures of internal weight and stress- lives taken way too soon. Oh yeah, hope is a hard sell. But hope we must.
If we ever needed to grasp hold of hope before, it is now. If ever we need to extend hope to others, it is now. If ever we need to listen to the hearts of one another, it is now. If ever we need to be a bearer of good news, it is now. Although we are on the brink of walking in extraordinary times, folks are also on the brink of collapsing under the pressure of extended “life storms”. They are quitting- throwing in the towel. Some folks are just walking away from life as they know it- just disappearing. Our burden bearers are weakening. People whom we’ve often looked to for help are wounded. Our faith is being challenged on every level. Our insides- damaged emotions, fears, pains, secrets… are spilling out. We are forced to find ways to help others while we are in need ourselves. But find ways we must. Yeah, my pencil is heavy, but I can’t EVER let my brother or my sister think that they are too heavy for me to hold.
To be continued…