“No tree, it is said, can grow to heaven unless its roots reach down to hell.” -Carl Jung
I try to live in this way, but it can feel like a curse.
It seems the more I live in celebration of life, the more death manifests around me.
I have lost two soccer friends in the last year. Both very close to my age. Both husbands.
I have a calling to help survivors. I don’t know what to do with it. I don’t feel strong enough to fulfill it.
It’s not really a choice. It’s my purpose, at least for now.
This is when the roots reach down to a new hell. A hell for people I don’t even know. A hell I’ll willingly reach down into to offer a hand up.
God, I pray for rest and to wake with the strength that I need to fulfill your mission for me.