I am considering the word “overwhelmed.”

I cannot unsee the news photography: cars sinking, dramatic rescues, coffins floating down streets overwhelmed by the Flood;

an airbag deployed, overspilling its plastic cage, overwhelming the object of its zealous protection; she is shaking.

A friend is overwhelmed with love, kindness, generosity; the best kind of deluge.

I am overwhelmed by a flash flood of story, emotion, reaction, and the prevailing requirement to remain calm in the face of the storm.

Overwhelming is the grace of God, which is not drowned nor diminished by our tears of gratitude, joy, or desperation;

overwhelming, so that sometimes, I have to hold my breath, dive deep to find it.

This entry was posted in current events, prayer, story. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s