Today is certainly one of the days when the meaningless of life resonates deeply with me. All of us caught up in our rat races, whether it’s a ‘butt wiping, disciplining’ rat race or a ‘climbing to the top of the corporate ladder’ rat race. I’m tired of the arguing. I’m fed up with the division. Can’t handle the anger. None of it matters. It just doesn’t. I feel burdened watching everyone turn on each other. Exhausted by people demanding I pick a side. I’m having a hard time finding hope in all this madness.
What really matters? Because whatever that is, we should be spending our energy there. Creating beauty, hope, love. But I’m not certain that much of that exists anymore. I haven’t witnessed much of it lately. Meaningless, meaningless. Where do we go from here?
Life feels heavy right now and I know ‘cast your burdens . . . .’ but at the moment I’m not sure what that means. The answer is always ‘Jesus’, right? How his heart must break.
Thank you so much for sharing! My husband and I had a similar discussion yesterday, as he made the statement: “I hope Americans do well in the olympics; it just seems like we all need some hope.” A simple statement, and I almost missed the depth. However, when put into perspective of the events this past week where I’m being told where not to buy fast food or see a movie, hope is definitely needed, as well as a reminder of “something to believe in.”
When I get to feeling like this, I try my hardest to do some random acts of kindness and hope that one person might pass it along.
That is good advice. Thank you.
I don’t know how I missed this post, but YES. I feel this way so often. As you know my own little family is smack dab in the middle of our lovely culture vs. church war. It’s a very hard place to be. Some days our only hope is heaven and the unity, worship, beauty, and peace that will exist there. If only the church could begin to reflect some of that here and now.
A lot of days I feel like my only hope is heaven – so much is a mess here and doesn’t seem to be on it’s way to fixing. Love seems like such a simple answer and yet so many are resistant. Being right seems to be more important.