Responding to the Storm
My immediate response was to mourn every one of my perfectly laid plans.
“But I just finished lining up the summer schedule!”
“And we just found the perfect elementary school to start Kindergarten at in the fall!”
“And I finally found my church home: the people who spoke my language, the theology that seeped into my soul,” I said, this last one perhaps more distressing than all the others.
I like to think that I’m a person who thrives in any situation; I can churn pitchers of lemonade from a basket full of lemons like it’s nobody’s business. I can go with the flow and take whatever life throws at me because I am a free-flowing, easy-going soul of a human being. But apparently, I’ve only got peaceful, easy feelings when life’s going the way I want it to go, when I get to control the outcome and the direction of my perfectly-curated life.
When everything felt out of control, the best response I could choose was to take courage. Because sometimes courage means being your most real and authentic self, even if the tears fall, even when the unknown feels bigger than the known.
And I don’t think I’m the only person who sometimes feels this way.
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