When the storms came in 2020, our respective worlds were shaken. What was a tidy-ish terrain that I was navigating, discovering, and shaping to fit my desires and current construct for the needs of the season I found myself in, in a flash, there were "trees down", bridges washed out and what were easily navigated paths connecting parts of "my world", now muddied and unclear.
The isolation, shifting to online learning for my teenagers, racial reckoning, the political climate, the collective grief regarding the loss of so much and so many in the pandemic...not to mention the adaptive processes to safely navigate our livelihoods, pivoting so we can continue to serve our people...it is A LOT...a lot of work...and a LOT of perspective checking, processing, and receiving Grace for the moments we're in.
We are in the thick of it still and YET, at the end of the day...take off those boots; put your feet up and breath deep; grateful that you can. A season will come when you can relish some barefoot moments, slippers and flip flops, but for now...we are called to work. Lace up those boots; you're stronger than you realize and "your world" needs your participation in not only surviving this challenging 2020-2021, it needs your attention to forging new paths, bridges, clearing the debris to shift and shape the terrain anew. This storm is still here...and you can solidly plant your feet to keep discovering, keep learning how you co-create the space you are LIVING on/in. Onward, Momma...
There is work to be done.