But One of These Days

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Patty Griffin has been a favorite artist of mine since college. She’s a little blues-y and a little folks-y, equal parts religious and sad in the best way. As an aside, she’s coming to the Grenada next month, so if you’re interested in sitting next to me while I drink wine and cry I can give you my number.

She has a song called “Hurt a Little While” that hits some tender, angsty nerve in me. It’s a touch whiney, but so simple and pretty that it compensates. It makes me cry, and then feel silly for crying, and then immediately start it over and repeat the process. It’s these lines that do it:

“I might need a little walk
I might need a little talk
I might need a little help
For a little while

I might need a little care
All my friends were there
I might need a little love
For a little while

I might feel a little weary
I might need a new theory
I might feel a little bad
For a little while

But one of these days”

It follows with a cheesy line about shining or smiling or something but you can get past that. You’ll probably still be hung up on “I might feel a little weary, I might need a new theory” to notice.


It’s been a long year – a long season of asking God to show up and getting silence. I don’t know how to write about that yet but I bet phrases like “questioning God’s character”, “prone to wander”, and “tequila shots” would show up, possibly in that order.

In a tiny, quiet moment last week that silence seemed to lift a little. I don’t yet know how to write about that either. Thankfully others do:

“I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart. I am, I am, I am.” – Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

“I know that it might be better for you to come out from under your might-have-been’s, into the winds of the world.” – East of Eden, Steinbeck

“More than that, I count all things to be loss in view of the surpassing value of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and count them but rubbish so that I may gain Christ.” – Philippians 3:8

As Christians we love stories of triumph. We love the testimony of a dark, wayward season when followed by the words “But God.” We love the hope that these stories bring, the promise of overcoming whatever chaos and confusion we’re feeling at the moment. We love to talk about redemption and rainbows – and we should, because they are real and they remind us of things that are true.

But I fear that we celebrate the rainbow at the expense of remembering the flood. God flooded the whole damn earth. And that’s just as much a part of the story.

I wonder if we rush too quickly to the “But God”, as if the words that precede it carry less weight. If the Lord allows us to walk through seasons of silence then they’re just as important as the moment he speaks back up. We have to talk more about the flood, and sit in the discomfort of the might-have-been’s, the loss of all things, the “where the fuck are you?” prayers that last days or weeks or months.

I wonder if our rhetoric is betraying us. As if “But God” is a prerequisite for talking about the silence.

Of course this is all a bit hypocritical because I don’t know how to talk about any of it. But being in the silence, or maybe at the very tail end of it, I’m glad somebody else has the words.

“I might feel a little weary
I might need a new theory
I might feel a little bad
For a little while

But one of these days”

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