Why Does Everything Go Crazy at Once
Why does everything go crazy at once—
the sky, the clock, the quiet parts of me—
as if the world keeps all its storms in jars
and tips them over when I start to breathe?
The phone rings, the sink leaks, old memories knock,
deadlines bloom like weeds through concrete days.
One small ache invites a thousand more,
and suddenly even joy feels loud and late.
It’s never one thing. It’s the pile.
The way grief brings friends you didn’t invite.
The way change kicks the door open wide
and drags the furniture of habit outside.
Maybe chaos is impatient,
or maybe it knows we grow in clusters—
that strength wakes up best when called in crowds,
that breaking teaches us how to carry more.
So everything goes crazy at once
like waves agreeing on a single shore,
testing whether we will stand or bend—
and discovering, surprised, that we do both.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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