It’s hard to be a sensitive soul.
Sensitivity can certainly be a strength, but oftentimes it makes life more difficult. “You’re wearing your heart on your sleeve,” my Mom used to say.
Over the years, I’ve roughened up a bit, grown up some, learned to shake the dust off and go on my way.
But these days, this world. The brokenness of it is killing me.
I don’t even know how to be in the world right now. It feels wrong to tune out completely, to ignore the news and just go to Target. But the constant knowing, the barrage of information, the civil unrest and the disparity — it all weighs me down with a sorrow I haven’t felt before.
A sorrow for humankind, a sorrow for the communities in which we live and work, a sorrow that says, “Forgive them, Lord — and forgive me, too — for we know not what we do.”
My heart is breaking.
Summer Sabbath and Silence
As I type this, I’m preparing to go to San Antonio for a few days to attend a music conference. And I’ve decided to take a couple of weeks off from blogging.
My friend Casey talks about the importance of Sabbath, and I agree with her wholeheartedly. But I haven’t taken a real Sabbath in a while.
I’m going to sit in silence for a couple of weeks, enjoying my family and the last golden days of summer before the busy school season hits. My soul needs some refreshment, and I need time to glean some perspective for how to go forward in my writing.
In the meantime, I pray your soul will feel inspired to take some Sabbath time as well. And I’ll be back on July 31st with my “What I’m Into” end-of-the-month post.
Blessings, dear readers. May you find rest for your weary souls.