Wounded Walkers

Who would have seen, or could have foreseen this happening?

It’s a nightmare in the march.

The levels of difficulty and complexity, and then ‘presence required’ right now are enormous.

Enormous and constantly emotionally, financially and spiritually taxing.

All settings now seem quixotic and then mercurial.

Everything moves and shifts.

Nothing feels nailed down.

Life is like that now.

Few things are nailed down.

So many moving pieces – and few of them have the stability meter attached to them.

Haywire and frazzled and chaotic.

These are the words moms, dads, friends – young men and women, use these days.

When they try to describe what it’s like living inside of their world and walking a few miles in their moccasins, they shake their heads and walk away.

Wounded Walkers.

We are a nation that walks around wounded.

We are a nation that travels with heads on swivels.

We are a nation of people that are beyond frazzled – we are outright blitzkrieg-ed.

We are a nation of people that have inside of us – as recent and once real, living memories of happiness and even safeties.

We are a nation of people that have living inside of us – as recent and once real, living levels of some certainties and even common and then reliable predict-abilities.

We are a nation of people that have inside of us – a real, life sense of moving around with visceral terrors.

Jesus said…

       “Let not your hearts be troubled. You believe in God, believe also in me…”

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