I won’t be sharing an appendix this week.
I woke up with such a heavy heart for the world, which isn’t necessarily unlike other days this past month, year, decade. It was just another morning where the feeling was unsettled, coupled with many, many moments of reprieve where I looked around at the beauty within in my own home and place on the earth. It’s a dichotomy that I haven’t learned to relax with completely, but I’m getting there.
The world is dark right now and, as I’ve mentioned before, I started feeling the weight of this fact about a decade ago. It’s not like it wasn’t decaying prior to my noticing it, obviously. It’s been in free-fall since the apple was bit but wee all have eyes opened at different times. Simply said, the last ten years has been my turn to wake up and learn to gracefully live on these parallel tracks. A space where I’m genuinely grieved for what I see and also tremendously grateful for the joy that still exists.
So, no frivolous links today. Just a photo of how Frankie sees the world (she hangs these paintings in a local restaurant) and a Bible verse that constantly brings me back to a place of unwavering calm.
“…Yet I am not alone, for the Father is with me. 33 I have said these things to you, that in me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world.” John 16:32b-33