Somewhere around 4 pm today, I lost something important.
'Something' is not really the right word, though.
Grace should never be reduced to a 'something.'
Neither should patience.
These are all staple foods that my soul needs to survive.
Air that my spirit needs to breathe.
Peaceful, rejuvenating rest that my heart relies on.
Somewhere between several unexpected setbacks,
a discouraging reality check about my writing ability,
a lot of negative chatter around me,
and one too many meetings that I need to attend this week,
I lost the wind in my sails.
I lost my ability to be gracious.
I lost my equilibrium.
I lost my underlying sense of well-being.
I lost a thankful attitude.
I lost my trust in God's goodness.
I lost faith.
I lost my focus.
I became lost.
Jesus said: I came to find and restore the lost. (Luke 19:10)
Yes, please come and find me.
The photo: a fire truck coming to someone's rescue on a Montreal street.