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Writer's pictureEsther Goetz

Spiralling

Updated: Jul 25, 2022

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into hopelessness.


Something super easy for me to do.

All I have to do is open my laptop or phone.


The latest comes pouring out into my eyes, ears, mind and makes its way quickly to my heart, overwhelming it.


Never-ending Covid.

Mass shootings.

Assassinations.

Ukraine.

Soaring inflation.

Human-trafficking.

Even a local murder-suicide of a 70 year-old man and his wife.

On and on and on.


It all feels heavy, dire, and like it needs to be fixed as soon as possible. In fact, this very minute. N-O-W.


I am saturated with all the yuck.


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into all the doubts.

Where do I start?

Who do I help?

What can I possibly do to make a small dent for good in this gut-wrenching broken world?

Would it even make a difference?


In all these gigantic, world-shattering issues, I am just


making my bed

pulling weeds in my garden

helping my budding adults launch into the world

listening to a friend’s latest heartache

going to the grocery store

taking my meds

donating a little time and money to places in need

writing these posts

taking a Sabbath

I’m just one person. One very average, trying-to-hold-my-own-stuff-together person.

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into one of two traps.


Draining what little time and energy I have figuring out how to solve it all, do it all.


Crumpling under the sheer magnitude of all the horror and becoming paralyzed, doing nothing.

So what am I to do?

What’s the wisest, truest, best step for me to take?


I’m left with only this:


Make the world a better place because I am in it.


Bring some “up there, down here” as Jesus taught his friends to pray.


There’s plenty of down-here HARD that needs the up-there HELP.


I am counting on the fact that it doesn’t matter what I choose to invest myself in.


Donating money for clean water for the planet.

Working in my garden for the local "historic garden tour."

Comforting an anxious friend in my home.


It can be for the whole-world, our local community or even just one person.


Me, by my sweet self, can be a powerful force for good.


I’ve done it a thousand times, and so have you, most of it small and seemingly insignificant.

A smile.

A thoughtful gift.

A word of encouragement.

A meal made.

A listening ear.

A dollar given.

A hug.


I cannot do everything.

But I can do something.

And that is lots better than doing nothing.

And even if I don't see it, I trust that


all the tiny, supposedly inconsequential “somethings” of good grow into the huge life stories of hope, change and restoration.


the good beats back the bad one choice at a time, one person at a time.


it’s not insignificant after all. It’s essential.


All I have to do is look at my own life and journey toward healing.

There have been

kind-hearted teachers

friends with a listening ear and a loving heart

mentors who’ve taken me under their wing

children encapsulated with unconditional love

helpful neighbors

thick-or-thin family members

the poor

the rich

democrats

republicans

women

men

the old

the young

people of color

people who look like me

educated

unschooled

you

every single kind of person on this planet


that have given me hope, changed my heart and restored my soul

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