Been a while since I've posted anything. Feeling like there should be something worthwhile to say, but not much motivated to say anything at all. How do I wrap words around something like the destruction we are seeing this week? Others are doing brilliant jobs of it, and making me cry as I read with my heart breaking. But I have no words. The pictures turn my stomach, thinking about the suffering makes me ill, and I feel small and helpless. I've sent some relief winging it's way toward those hurting souls, through organizations with feet already on the ground. Little else that I have to offer provides much relief for those in such pain.
And at the same time, my life goes on. I've encountered some bumps in my path these past couple of weeks. Bumps big enough to make me wonder about the path, question the journey, doubt myself -- and then feel guilty because really, what do I have to worry about? I have a roof over my head, food to eat, clothes to wear, knowledge of the whereabouts of those I love, and freedom to complain out loud and electronically.
I don't know how to make a difference in the face of such great suffering -- and yet at the same time, I don't know how to do anything but live the life I'm so very fortunate to have and somehow trust that by making a difference where I can, I am doing what I've been designed to do.
And we all just put one foot in front of the other...