Description: One man's search for truth... the real truth.
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Many people may not know that I am an introvert, and I can feel quite cozy in my home. Amidst this pandemic my home’s role as a place of shelter has taken on a deeper meaning. I have begun to realize that in many ways I have come to prefer this paradigm and I don’t like that. In my soul I am a people person (not an extrovert; there is a big difference) and yet zoom relationships only partially satiate my need for connection. I miss the handshakes. I miss the pats on the back. I miss the hugs.
In Grief Recovery we talk about conflicting feelings. I am conflicted between following the CDC guidelines and my need to be around my tribe. I have been praying about that. And God takes me back to the picture of the cicada shell. Like that amazing insect, I feel like I am buried in the ground with a stirring that it is time for a change. And yet I know that I cannot rush God’s plans. I have learned that the hard way several times in my life.