Languishing. I read an article the other day which suggested
most of us, at this point in the pandemic, are languishing, and we should be
confident to say that when folks ask us how we are. We don’t need to be polite
and say, ‘Fine’. There will be some of us who are definitely not fine, and
others who may be soaring, but probably most of us are bobbing along, having
left behind the erstwhile joy of forward planning and now settled into a rather
boring routine of not looking too far ahead, just taking one day at a time.
Languishing.
A better word which has settled down in me these last couple
of days is the ancient Hebrew word, Shalom. Peace. Not just the peace the world
gives, but the peace of Jesus Christ, that deep, inner peace which carries us
through the highs and the lows and stokes our hope boilers with faith in the
God for whom nothing is impossible.
Shalom, that even when we are languishing, there is good in
that. Shalom, trusting that as we put our trust in God for the future, he is
with us, guiding our thoughts, leading us forward, walking beside.
Shalom to you today, whether you are languishing or flying
or face down in the mud, may God fill you with his peace and faith to believe
that with God, all things are possible. He loves us with an everlasting love,
and therefore I can say with confidence, it is well with my soul.
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