Obviously, I have very few in-person conversations recently. Tonight I had one at a “drive-by” birthday party and then a FaceTime convo with another friend. One aspect of both conversations stands out to me. Both expressed coming to the end of the rope, hitting a wall, being done!
Sometimes we need permission to be done with something. I give you permission to be done with isolation and social distancing. I give you permission to rant and rave, stomp around your house, throw your arms up in disgust and despair, cry and sob. It’s okay to be done. It’s okay to hit a wall.
I cry out to God; yes, I shout. Oh, that God would listen to me! When I was in deep trouble, I searched for the Lord. All night long I prayed, with hands lifted toward heaven, but my soul was not comforted. I think of God, and I moan, overwhelmed with longing for his help.Psalm 77:1-3
One characteristic I love about the psalms is the relatability of the writers. They knew what it meant to be desperate for change. They knew what it meant to be isolated and separated from the familiar – and they grieved well.
Maybe you need to take time today to grieve isolation. Go ahead, have a fit. Cry. Sob. Raise your hands to heaven and shout!
I hope you land where the writer of the psalm did long ago…
I cannot stop thinking about your mighty works. O God, your ways are holy. Is there any god as mighty as you? You are the God of great wonders! You demonstrate your awesome power among the nations.Psalm 77:12-14
I love you and my prayers are for you!