To the thirsty I will give water as a gift from the spring of the water of life.
– Revelation 21: 6
Are you thirsty? I am.
Yes, I mean that metaphorically. I feel like some of the low-level continual panic of the last two years is finally diminishing, and we are able to see what remains. What remains of our previous life and way of being, what has grown as a coping mechanism for an unprecedented time, and what trauma-induced changes are now a part of our regular lives, with no sign of going away any time soon.
Everyone has experienced the last two years differently. For some, it may have been a time of growing closer to God and of greater amounts of time for creativity. For me, it was neither of those things. I don’t know that I’ve ever written less than in the last two years. Day to day living used up all I had, and that was that.
And now I am thirsty.
I bring with me, as do you, all the changes and losses the last two years have brought about. I come to God as a new creature, but not in the way that term is usually used. I come to God with the following question in my mind: I am still here. What do you want me to do now?
When you ask that question, what answer do you hear?
Prayer: God, we are still here. We love you. Lead on. Amen.