Yesterday was one of those days when faith seemed to disappear down the drain.
So much for trying to deepen my relationship with the Holy in the waning days of 2020.
I couldn’t even find the Holy.
I suspect many others of us in the United States felt the same as election feelings swirled.
A couple of friends mentioned holding fast to the Serenity Prayer as the day unfolded: To accept the things I cannot change; Courage to change the things I can; And wisdom to know the difference.
I couldn’t even say the prayer. All spiritual practices failed. It was just one step before the next, and most of the day felt like my face was in the mud.
Helpless to do anything except persevere through.
Except. Except. There were lovely encounters with friends and family. Zoom time with my spiritual dyad partner. Short messages, texts, connections with dear ones. “How are you doing today?” we asked. We listened, we shared, we reached out and held virtual hands.
In the middle of the afternoon I drove over to the lake and breathed while sitting on the rocky beach. The goodness of nature surrounded. I couldn’t even thank nature, but it didn’t mind, it simply embraced like a loving parent.
And finally–in the middle of a long sleepless night–I did realize again what really matters. The rock, the foundation, the silence of the Holy.
To turn again and again and again toward the Holy, no matter how many times the face ends up in the mud of human turmoil. If we keep doing that turning–I feel we can never lose, no matter what presidential candidate wins.
Thank you, Holy, for that middle of the night reminder. Bless all of us, and help us continue on with Your guidance no matter what happens in the outside world. You are our rock.
Day 18 of a seventy-five day journey to connect more deeply with God, Spirit, Holy, Love…to explore “What the Heart Knows” during the waning days of 2020.