I write when I feel down or anxious because I seem to feel better when I’ve finished writing. Placebo effect? Like the placebo effect when I take a nap to feel better when I’m anxious and/or depressed? Whatever.
I’ve heard someone talking about how they, too, are feeling down, stuck, unmotivated. My friend, Leslie, said she thinks it’s because of the trauma that was starting about a year ago. As we move into Lent, it’s a starkness that feels like that cutting off we did on March 11. When I think of how the uncertainty of “God’s people” in the Bible didn’t have the guide book to go with it, already telling them, “A savior has been born!” and then, “Yes he died, but because he is God’s beloved Son, and God loves us, he rose again!” Can you imagine the fear and anxiety of not knowing that? Yup, you can imagine–for us it’s called living through a pandemic. When will it end? How will it end?
Mom sent me a link to a video the other day. The title was “Jonathan Cahn’s Prophetic Message to Joe Biden (Presidential Inauguration 2021).” Like most everything about Mom trusting in Trump and sending “prophetic” books or even regular books with a regular bent, I feel annoyed and defensive. How do I think so differently and view the world so differently than my mother?
