Feeling a little “under” today. I might describe it as the feeling you have when you are in a comfortable pool of water and floating on your back, the sun is shining but there are many clouds shielding your eyes from the blinding brightness. The water laps at your cheeks and your ears are submerged so the outside sounds are muffled and indistinguishable from each other, allowing your ears to hear beyond their usual range into the inner depths.
I felt weighted, like my heart was so heavy that I would sink into the collective pool of mourning’s grief, but synchronously, I was weightless and truth and joy kept me afloat like wings.
Ecclesiastes 3: 1-14
There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under the heavens:
2 a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
3 a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
4 a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
5 a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
6 a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
7 a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
8 a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
9 What do workers gain from their toil? 10 I have seen the burden God has laid on the human race. 11 He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yetno one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end. 12 I know that there is nothing better for people than to be happy and to do good while they live. 13 That each of them may eat and drink, and find satisfaction in all their toil—this is the gift of God. 14 I know that everything God does will endure forever; nothing can be added to it and nothing taken from it. God does it so that people will fear him.