These days just getting up in the morning can be a huge act of faith. This morning I just wanted to disappear beneath the covers and hibernate like Bear until this round of snowy weather and cold is over. But like a good neighbor State Farm is there, rolled the jingle, and so I did what felt impossible. I got up. As I type, I am deliberating on that first cup of morning coffee or getting the difficult task of shoveling the driveway out of the way again, and I think the task of shoveling the driveway is winning out, so I will be back ofter donning the feathered down clothing that is the gift of birds to my staying warm…
On a morning like this, where are the ideals I profess to live by that keep me motivated? Where the passion that used to fuel my purpose? I cannot answer that just now. I do know that there is peace in simply doing the chores. I have shoveled the driveway, done the dishes, and now must walk the dog.
How do you cope when life feels impossibly difficult? How do you cope when life IS impossibly difficult?
That is when the prayer life activated for me, at a point in my life when life was impossibly difficult.
