I don’t mean to make it sound like I’m chronically dissatisfied and unhappy. The fact is that I can love learning and think it’s fulfilling and great and interesting for me, but not so much when it involves the common frustrations of vocation and calling. Part of life is moving through the down times too while remaining grounded and keeping the overall picture in mind. For whatever reason right now, this is the place where I am supposed to be learning.

“It doesn’t have to make sense”. This was a phrase from The Eternal Song, and a breakout session we watched about healing practices and wisdom from Indigenous cultures. I do think we tend to spend too much time in modern talk therapy trying to get to the bottom of our things and make sense of them. One of the most helpful things at times for a person is to hear another person say “that makes sense”.

But no one really likes the parts that we often struggle to make sense of. Eventually “it doesn’t have to make sense” can be a sweet relief from the overthinking. We let go, we feel a freedom, or as the video described, we wear our butterfly wings. God’s path is never the path that is free from pain, frustration, or trial. It doesn’t have to make sense, and sometimes it doesn’t, but other times you’re just crying along on the road and it completely does.