I had today’s humpday confessional all ready to go. I was going to talk about Kate Middleton. And my recent quinoa over-usage. And my dog. But then I turned on the news. And I don’t know, it all just feels a little wrong.
There’s so much senseless shit in the world. So much. I read, and I watch, and I listen, and I just can’t figure it out. I feel that lump start to form in my throat, and I feel helpless. The weight of the world feels particularly heavy. And it hurts. And then I remember these words:
“And you will find rest for your souls.”
Does it fix everything? No. Does it make sense of any of it? Not really. But it gives me a little comfort. It brings me a little peace. It lightens just a little bit of the burden. And it gives rest to my soul. Just as He said it would.
I don’t get serious too often here. And I rarely, if ever, bring up faith or religion. But today is an exception. Because I doubt I’m the only one who is weary and burdened.
So today, if that’s you, I hope this brings you some comfort. And if it doesn’t, well, that’s okay too. We can still be friends.
Unless you don’t like wine. That’s a deal breaker.