by Pam Ford Davis  .
 “Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good;  For His faithfulness is everlasting .”  On Thanksgiving mornings, he opened the door to the formal entry room to our house (used only for storage). Taking a turkey from the frigid room, he carried it to Mom in the kitchen. 

“It’s going to get ugly, my friends, really ugly.” 

I think we are going to reach the climax of that ugliness; this whole week is going to be really nasty regardless of who wins.  

 I wish I could put a bucket of water balloons out on social media. 

Everything feels uneasy; it is weird trying to get back to normal—it is actually giving me anxiety. Even more anxiety than when everything was closing.  Part of my anxiety is not knowing how to act, is it appropriate to go a restaurant? Should I have small gathering with my friends? Do I wear a mask if I am invited into someone’s house?   Are we ready? What if there is a second wave?

I don’t know.  I just don’t know.  There is so much going on in the world right now and then the Minneapolis chaos hits.   

 It can be overwhelming.  I don’t think my heart even knows how to respond.  I just know there is a deep ache in my chest and as the drama continues to unfold there is a temptation to be drawn down.  Can we ever overcome it?