Yesterday was one of those crazy days that seemed to go on forever. The thought of sitting still and writing down a thought or idea was just not in the cards. I was experiencing anxiety like I had never experienced before. Pressures from everywhere just kept ringing in my ears. There seemed to be no way out. I felt as if I couldn’t breathe. No matter what I tried to do, I couldn’t relax and keep moving forward. For me, this was not normal and was a very unwelcome guest.
Today I simply say, “Thank God that we are given a new day.” Storms do pass. Sometimes they stay for longer periods than others. The winds of grief, disease, or despair can howl against us, often leaving us afraid and unable to see any possibility of a ray of sunlight.
This is where our faith becomes our reality. Even in our most tumultuous of times, we are certain that the Holy One will bring us a respite from the storms. We will be delivered to a place of rest. This is our hope. Without the pistus Christus (faith in/of Christ), we are left to our own devices.
In this hour, I am very grateful for the reminder that my trust in the divine presence of God will continue to lead me, even through days like yesterday. My hope is to remember the promise of Christ that he, “will not leave us as orphans” (CEB Jn. 14:18). The Spirit of God will be with us, giving us strength to face every struggle. Praise be to God, who brings us joy.