I’m not into art, nor am I a deep thinker. So I was surprised when something struck me hard as I looked at a picture of a famous painting by Michelangelo. Creation of Adam had never stirred anything in me before. Yet in a flash, the new word I’d heard only in relation to “COVID Exhaustion” came to me: Meh. 

When I first saw those three letters put together in a text last summer, I assumed it was a typo. But then “Meh” began appearing regularly. I had to look it up, and discovered that even Merriam-Webster acknowledged it as a real word. So it was already a part of my vocabulary when I looked a little more closely at Michelangelo’s depiction of God energetically stretching toward Adam as Adam responds with a limp and lazy Meh. 

Meh (/mɛ/) is an interjection used as an expression of indifference or boredom. It is often regarded as a verbal equivalent of a shrug of the shoulders. The use of the term “meh” shows that the speaker is apathetic, uninterested, or indifferent to the question or subject at hand. —Wikipedia


Psalm 59:16: “But as for me, I will sing about your power. Each morning I will sing with joy about your unfailing love. For you have been my refuge, a place of safety when I am in distress.


There I go, singing again. But the thing is, once you’ve seen God in action, it’s impossible to respond with a Meh. 

Unfortunately, it takes often takes a crisis—or many of them, one on top of the other—for us to even acknowledge Him, let alone sing His praises to others.


Lord, please let me sing with joy about Your power and Your unfailing love. Let me be bold enough to tell others what You’ve done for me. Because it’s true: You have been my refuge since way back when the first crisis hit…and then the second…and the third—the one that knocked me to the ground. I remember crying as I drove between crises, praying the rosary over and over—doing the best I knew in the only way I knew how to pray. Yet You heard me, saved me and set me to singing! 

Still, it was one crisis on top of another until my “meh” was finally broken. 

So Father, I pray for all of our friends and family who are still in that “meh” stage of life. Please open their hearts to the peace and hope of Christ. Nudge them toward taking that small but necessary stretch in Your direction.

Thank You for pursuing us relentlessly, and for always being ready to grab onto us and hold on tight once we exchange our “meh” for the tiny mustard seed of faith You’ve placed in each of us. Amen.

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