This is the blog post where I have to get a lil’ serious. No recipes to submit today. No funny stories to share.
Because ya’ll, it’s been a week. Can I get an “Amen”? I’d venture to say there’s not a single one of us, on the planet really, who hasn’t taken a moment or two hundred to question what kind of world we’re existing within. Turn on the news, scroll your Facebook feed, tune in to a radio station, pick up a newspaper, you’ll be inundated with it. The trauma. The ugliness. The evil. The violence. The despair.
What you don’t get much of is the hope. And the faith. And the love. And the goodness. The Antidote to the crazy. It exists but it’s not always very obvious. Sometimes you have to wade through all of the crap to find the flower underneath. The bloom of promise. The expectation that things could be different. Better.
It gets tiring though, doesn’t it? All the worry and fear? The constant praying and the hoping? Even all the wading to find that flower takes its toll. But we have to persevere. And we have to hope. And we have to find the good. Because the alternative is exactly the plan, isn’t it? Evil hopes for it. Banks on it. And waits for it.
As for me, for today and every day to come I’ll choose to hug my kids and laugh at their silliness. I’ll choose to kiss my husband and smile at his charm. I’ll choose to call my parents, my siblings and appreciate those relationships. I’ll choose to text a friend and plan some girl time. And I’ll choose to praise my God and move forward in Faith.
Does the Antidote solve the ugly? No. The evil is still just as ugly. And real solutions still need to be worked out.
But the Antidote will preserve your soul and enable your hope. And our hope is all we can control, folks.
Love and hope,