I’m not going to lie. Sometimes it’s difficult for me to be a writer whose work is predominantly “spiritual nonfiction” in this day and age. I aim for the beautiful, even in the ashes. I aim to write about the struggle in such a way that we manage to find the path back to the road, even so.
I want to find the road. I think most of us do. We know we’re laying in a ditch someplace when things go sideways. We know when we’ve lingered too long in desperation, right there on the edge of despair.
It’s hard these days, though. I look to what others are writing for some sense of hope. “Uplifting” and “inspiring” words ring hollow from over here in the ditch. Words fail sometimes.
But sometimes they don’t fail…and these words below did lift me out of the ditch today, and for that I’m grateful. I hope that if you’re struggling today, maybe they’ll do the same for you.
“The soul that loves God has its rest in God and in God alone.
In all the paths that men walk in the world,
they do not attain peace until they draw nigh to hope in God.”
— St. Isaac the Syrian, Homily 56, 89