Something was wrapped over them. A shroud. But there is a waiting to be found and a rich party to one day be found. 

There was something draped over them, or at least that was it felt like. A shroud.

What’s a shroud? It’s something that envelopes or obscures.

A shroud of mist can cover the landscape.

A shroud also refers to the burial cloth in which a dead person is wrapped for burial.

Sometimes, as I listen to people, it feels like there is something draped over them. That they have a shroud and my calling is to lift up the shroud, look under, and bring some Spirit resuscitation.

We could call that shroud depression, hopelessness, grief, loss, despair.

We could also call it a grounded awareness of the reality of living in a broken world. A world where broken world decisions keep being made by people like me and you. Decisions and choices that aren’t always inline with God’s kingdom come.

So I sit, listen, grieve and groan.

I pray for a presence of comfort to fill the weary soul. That the shroud wouldn’t suffocate.

I also point people to finding comfort in truth that they can easily digest.

Simple things like …

I am held

Perhaps I could add a fourth

I am waiting

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