It’s summer! Sun is shining. Days are getting longer. But for some reason you find yourself in a funk. Dealing with discouragement just as we’re heading into summer?How can that be?
Times of discouragement come when we least expect them. And it may be nothing more than a couple rainy days, and the feeling will pass when the sun comes out. Other times we just find ourselves in a funk. If you’re like me, you like schedules and predictability. Summer can be far from that. There are vacations. Alarm clocks aren’t set every morning. Activities. So many things to do and so little time.
This time of unexplained discouragement and slump makes me think of the first Easter. Palm Sunday seemed like the day of celebration but we know the dark days that followed. There were days of sadness and despair. There was quiet. We know the end of the story, but on that first Good Friday, they didn’t know the end of the story. They knew the prophecies, but were they true?