I have been in a funk for the past couple of days, honestly. My family can vouch for this. Somewhere between presidential debate headlines, a difficult anniversary, second-hand losses and other worries, topped off by reading that certain bumble bees are getting added to the endangered species list, my heart feels as though it has shifted out of position and into a hazy, gloomy, less-than-hopeful place. I literally just shared my grief in a meeting I had with an accountant this afternoon: Which is when I realized that I needed to re-visit the readings for the day.
Brothers and sisters: I, a prisoner for the Lord, urge you to live in a manner worthy of the call you have received, with all humility and gentleness, with patience, bearing with one another through love, striving to preserve the unity of the spirit through the bond of peace; one Body and one Spirit, as you were also called to the one hope of your call; one Lord, one faith, one baptism; one God and Father of all, who is over all and through all and in all.
Of course. There it is--plain as day in front of me. Same place that stubborn hope nearly always resides: beneath the other clutter I have placed on top of it.
Yes, God, 'who is over all and through all and (even!) in all;' The very Mystery who captures my heart continues to remind me that there is plenty good in this world...to not worry.
As though my face was wearing a sign that said I needed some light in this bleak span of days, a woman at the rec center told me about her appreciation of my daughter's belly laugh: Loud, joyful, contagious and unapologetic." It comes to her so naturally!"
And some days that is all it takes, isn't it? One glimmer of better things ahead (or better things right now as the case may be).
"There is no way around the lemons. Jesus said so: 'In this world you will have trouble' (John 16:33). Yeah, life will hand you lemons. But life will also hand you honey. And it will hand you hammocks and Netflix and queso and scarlet-red lipstick. It will hand you stolen kisses, newborn babies, peppermint candy, Silly String, elastic waistbands, clean sheets, a husband's forgiveness, and a candle in the sanctuary on Christmas Eve. It will smell like a campfire and taste like triple-fudge ice cream.
There is happiness right where we are. God is daring us to stalk it. Sometimes it shows up small. But it's important that we look, because some days the looking will save us."