All the verses before that one speak of how much we fret over things that we need not worry over, for God does provide. And maybe it isn’t what we’re used to or what we expect or what we want, but it is enough. As a wise man said, we can choose to be happy or we can choose misery. And I know that there are those of us who live in very dark places and it sounds simplistic to say that we can simply choose to be happy. We do have choices, and if we strive to do the next right thing, maybe we can shed a bit of light in someone else’s dark space.
Maybe we can invite them to come in out of the cold (minus seven here yesterday morning) and sit with us before our fire and share our stories.
If I want to show love beyond those who are easy for me to love, then I have to reach out. Does it help to shout out names? Like the Tweets of those we are in the same camp with? Accuse and judge those on the opposite fence? Belittle and destroy and then proudly wear that on our sleeve?
Maybe the answer is sitting down and telling our stories to each other. Maybe we need to hear about “their” growing up, “their” coming from, “their” journey, “their” sorrows and regrets and the grief “they’ve” suffered; then maybe “they” can hear “ours” and “we” can go on to build a better community, to be that best version of our selves, the one created and called into being from the dust of stars.