Today I heard some bad news about a friend. Then I read a very powerful post from another slicer about her reading journey during her husband’s death. My mother-in-law’s health is mysteriously and quickly declining. Heavy stuff. Such is Lent. Do I only look for hope in presence of suffering? Does my resilience become compromised with more suffering or is it strengthened? My knee jerk reaction is to escape. So I’m searching. I’m looking for a way out. Yesterday, I posted about the importance of listening. After 24 hours of intentional listening, I’m exhausted. I tend to try and avoid or distract myself from these feelings of despair. Why don’t I turn on Netflix, or just browse through instagram or Facebook? No. I’m letting it linger. I’m paying attention. With all the information I allow into my life I start to develop this thick skin, a lens in which to sort headlines and stories others share instead of letting them change me. What can I learn? Life is fragile. Look around and take it in. Just because it’s painful doesn’t mean it’s not worth learning from.