I sometimes don’t realize how much of the Bible has seeped into my pores until one of these prompts comes along and a verse springs into my mind and won’t be quieted.
Today, I read “persist” or “persistence.” What I heard in my head was:
“Let us not lose heart in doing good, for in due time we will reap if we do not grow weary. ” Galatians 6:9
Oh, but sometimes I do. I do lose heart, and grow weary. In the small things, like the dishes in the sink and the empty bread box and the endless laundry train. And in the big things, like challenging relationships and the parade of absurdity and horror on the news.
I know only one remedy, and I suppose you could call it persistence. I gather myself, and drink some water, and just do the next good thing. I parcel out enough energy for that. I say the next kind word I can find. I don’t try to speak to a history of hurting or the uncertain future. Just one kind word. A loaf of bread. A robe from the dryer on a frigid night.
I take heart, my little scrap of heart like a kite on a string, and launch it into the next moment. When I walk, then run, into the wind, it will rise.
Gratefully writing (and photographing)
along with other lovely folks