In the midst of the COVID-19 pandemic, I’ve come to the conclusion that I have no real sense of what to say. I have three drafts saved on separate topics, but timing is important. The timing isn’t right for those.
Additionally, there is an influx of words from some of the most prolific writers, speakers, and encouragers—those I go to for encouragement, inspiration, and wisdom. It’s all being said and being said well.
So what do I say?
I’ve come to the conclusion that I don’t know what to say just yet—and that’s okay. It’s okay to be in a proverbial fog of words. It’s okay to be unsure of how to respond. It’s okay that when a friend texts me, I don’t have the perfect words to say to her. It’s difficult when I believe that my strength lies in my ability to capture a moment—a season—a feeling—with my words.
“My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” 1 Cor 12:9 (ESV)
And this is where I am—I am weak.
So I’m going to sit in this weakness for a while. Not idle, and not defeated, but in God’s presence. I will listen for God’s voice and I will walk toward him. Will you join me?
Will you get your cup of tea or coffee (or can of Pepsi—but not Coca-Cola—never that LOL) and will you sit with me in God’s presence? I don’t know how things will turn out nor do I know what God is doing, but I do know this: God is still on the throne and being in his presence leads to life.
“You make known to me the path of life; in your presence there is fullness of joy; at your right hand are pleasures forevermore.” Psalm 16:11 (ESV)
I don’t have words, but God has given us his words.
It’s okay to say, “I don’t know.”
Because we don’t know and that’s okay.