Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Thinking Out Loud
So many of my friends are grieving losses, are anxious about life and work, are struggling with work-life balance, feel victimized by the world around them.
I feel at a loss, because words seem so inadequate. I visit, I call, I stop by, I e-mail, I write good, old fashioned notes, take casseroles, and listen, listen, listen. I wonder if people expect more. Sometimes I sense that they want answers. What is God up to? Where is God? Is God? I don't have answers that feel right. I believe, but I also know about feeling very far-removed from God. Sometimes I sense anger directed toward me because I can readily affirm that life is messy, and sometimes that is all. Words seem so...limited.
And I feel like a empty-handed crafter, a inarticulate spokesperson.
Empty vessel from here.