Sacred Simplicity
Better one handful with tranquillity than two handfuls with toil and chasing after the wind.—Ecclesiastes 4:6 (NIV)
. . . pour out your hearts to him, for God is our refuge.—PSALM 62:8 [NIV]
Yesterday, I had worked with Susan, a hospice patient, in my role as a therapeutic musician. Her husband, who never left her side, was angry and confrontational. “I don’t like that song. Play something else,” he said harshly. Then, “I don’t like that song either.” Nothing I said or did or played on my guitar pleased him. Susan became frustrated in the process, and I left feeling discouraged. I dreaded going back today.
As I sipped my coffee, I wrote in my journal about the stress of yesterday’s encounter. God, I need courage and guidance. I’m scared. I’m frustrated. I’m angry. I don’t know if I’m the right person to help this couple. I’m not even sure I can do this job anymore.
Writing in my journal has always helped me clarify my thoughts and better cope with my frustrations and fears as I work with the sick and dying. And what I’ve come to realize is that at least for me, journaling is just another way of praying.
I wrote two full pages that morning, pouring out my heart to God, putting all my confusion, anxieties, and feelings down on the page before Him. Finally, I closed my journal, then sat in silence for a few minutes. I was ready to face the day, with a heart more at peace.
God, thank you for giving us resources to help us cope with our emotions and stress as we care for others.
Better one handful with tranquillity than two handfuls with toil and chasing after the wind.—Ecclesiastes 4:6 (NIV)
As they make music they will sing, “All my fountains are in you.”—Psalm 87:7 (NIV)
There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens.—Ecclesiastes 3:1 (NIV)