Social media altercations.
The confusion over COVID.
Systemic racism.
Riots and looting.
Unkind political rants.
I just want it all to STOP. STOP. STOP.
It’s too much for me.
WAY TOO MUCH.
One minute, I want to crawl into my bed and pull the covers over my head. Wake up when this is all over.
The next, I have visions of marching in my very own one-person protest with a big bold sign that screams and shouts, “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? (and ME for that matter)?”
Fifteen minutes later, I feel the forceful drive to “get the heck out of here!” The colonization of Mars sounds pretty good about now!
After an hour, I’m sitting on the couch, binging my latest show, eating popcorn until my belly fights back.
It’s all WAY TOO MUCH.
I so desperately want peace and love and hope and harmony and unity.
I want LOVE and GOODNESS to beat back the forces that harm.
I cry out to God in the middle of it all.
What am I to do? What am I to do? I can’t fix this.
It’s all WAY TOO MUCH.
Covers?
March?
Mars?
Popcorn?
PLEASE! It’s all I have.
Not true, God reminds me. Not true at all.
You have ONE DROP of GOODNESS. ONE DROP.
You can pop a comment on social media that encourages someone, reminding them they are not alone.
You can go to the local hardware store and buy that lightbulb. You can wear a mask (even if you have no idea whether or not it really works).
You can call your black friend and have an uncomfortable conversation, listening to the pain that they’ve shoved down for much of their life.
You can pray for the looter and the looted, asking Me to do what I do best: reconcile and redeem.
You can vote, mailing that ballot today.
But mostly, you can remind yourself that I am behind every single and seemingly insignificant DROP OF GOODNESS.
I can and will expand it beyond measure so that the world is changed for the better forever by that ONE DROP OF GOODNESS.
Trust ME and TRUST THE RIPPLE!