ME: Hey Soul, just checking in today. How are you doing?
SOUL: It’s complicated. I’m complicated.
One minute, I’m paralyzed, not able to make vegetable soup, the ingredients moving from place to place around the kitchen.
The next, “I’ve got this” and I’m coming up with creative ways to make Easter still happen for my family.
One minute, I’m a bundle of nerves, scrolling my news feed for any sign of hope, ending up worse, not better.
The next, I’m setting out my day, plans in place for exercise, healthy eating, chore tackling, book reading, friend checking and breath praying.
One minute, I’m yelling at God that He has abandoned me and the whole world for that matter.
The next, I’m telling God that I trust Him and I know He’s got me no matter what, singing praise songs in my bathroom.
One minute, I’m a puddle of sloppy tears that seem to come out of nowhere.
The next, I’m laughing at a funny quarantine video, almost peeing my pants.
One minute, I’m desperate. The next, I’m hopeful.
It’s so complicated. I’m complicated.
ME: I know. I hear you. I’m with you. I love you.
GOD: Me too. (Just wanted to pipe in here.) I know. I hear you. I'm with you. I love you. THAT IS ALL.