Faith Writing

You know that day? Yea, that one…


I am word weary and social media exhausted.  Never before have I appreciated the phrase “at a loss for words”. Somehow, I have always managed to find words-whether written or spoken-to communicate what is bouncing around in my head or heart. Last week my words went away..

I’m even having difficulty finding a way to describe the vacuous absence of cohesive speech.  I will begin one thing and end up wandering off on a totally different path. I can’t even manage to read more than a few pages at a time with any focus. I pick books up and put them down and have splayed bindings adorning my counter, my nightstand, and my coffee table and when I do pick them up I need to begin again because what’s been read previously is lost in a fog of frustration.

No, I don’t need a diagnosis, I really need more of a definition…





  1. so shocked or surprised as to be unable to speak.



So, there you have it.  I have been dumbstruck since November 9.  I refuse to go down the political path other than to say that this is the first time in my entire adult life that I have felt so bereft and at a loss over a political election. We have become a nation divided, communities divided, families divided, friendships divided.

I really don’t have a direction for this post other than to say that I am still here. I am choosing hope over anguish, love over hate, quiet over noise and faith over struggle.  I will be back when I have something good to add to the conversation but until then I will leave you with the words of Isaiah 54:10, one of my favorite verses…

“Though the mountains be shaken and the hills removed, yet my unfailing love for you will not be shaken nor my covenant of peace be removed,” says the Lord, who has compassion on you.


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