I try to blog in batches. I write things that I want to share, schedule them out and hope that inspiration strikes for another batch while those things are already in the pipeline. But life these days isn't feeling too inspiring. Overwhelming, impossible, exhausing? Yes. Inspiring? Not so much.
I can feel the anxiety in the pit of my stomach. It's the waiting-for-the-other-shoe-to-drop kind of anxiety. Each time my phone rings, I wonder, "What now?"
And it feels like pain is swirling around me in the lives of others - parents dying, children dying, surgeries, tumors, job loss.... It seems like the world is falling apart. Maybe in my own pain I am more aware of the pain of others.
Whether things are really that depressing or if it just my own sensitivity, it's ovewhelming. I know it is bad when I hear the "reports" on the news about the group saying the rapture is coming on Saturday and I find myself thinking, "Wouldn't that be nice?"
I know this is a season - a crummy one, true, but it won't go on forever. Another season will come. I'm hoping for a sunny season next.