This morning I woke up scared. Not from a nightmare or anything of that nature; it was just one of those mornings where I woke up feeling along and felt a bit lost as I drove to the gym.
I’m not alone. I awoke next to my wife. I had dinner with a my family, a family who loves me, the night before. I’ve been in plenty of contact with friends lately. It wasn’t a lonely feeling that any of those facts would cure.
It was almost an empty, eternal alone feeling. A feeling of being lost without purpose.
Personally, feelings and days like that are rare, but I know they’re much more common for others. When they hit me, they produce anxiety. I’m not sure what’s inside me, what I’m feeling, where I’m going, what I’m supposed to do, or how all of Life is being held together. They’re big feelings, scary ones.
So I sought refuge where I seek refuge when it feels like nothing else works: the Psalms.
Today, it was Psalm 139. It was good, and if you’re feeling like me, or if you do ever feel that way, it’s worth a moment to meditate on, whether you’re a person of Faith or not.
-Cliff
Cliff’s Note: The complexity of being made in humanity is a gift to be thankful for.