Never be afraid to trust an unknown future to a known God.
Corrie Ten Boom
We are on day 289 of 15 days to slow the spread.
The first five days after the weekend are the hardest.
Especially when your last weekend lasted for 13 days.
Not only that, but thanks to the holidays, some health challenges and a multiple personality disorder, I mean, portraying the man in the red suit, this was the first full five-day week I’ve worked since October.
And that seems like 47 years ago.
We’re one week into the 2021 season and already people are seeking to cancel their subscription.
Sure, we all know that there was nothing magical about the stroke of midnight on December 31, 2020.
In fact, I fully planned to sleep through it. But thanks to some new neighbors who apparently have a fondness for fireworks and two large neurotic dogs who do not, I was wide awake.
None of us were really expecting 2021 to be all sunshine, lollipops, and unicorns farting rainbows, but I doubt any of us had insurrection on our bingo cards.
If you did, stop reading right now and go buy a lottery ticket. I’ll wait.
We are a broken people, a fractured nation. And it hurts to say that.
I mean, this is the good ol’ U.S. of A. We don’t do things like this.
I’m not going to make any calls on what is going to happen. I hope things settle down and we get back to a “mostly peaceful” way of life where we all complain about bad government.
There are no easy solutions.
In many ways, I feel helpless.
There’s so much that I want to say and yet, would I really make a difference?
I’ve written two posts and then decided not to post them. I’ve always thought that things would be better if people would just listen to me.
The fact that so many other think we should should be listening to them is probably how we got here in the first place.
We’re in a rough spot. It’s been a rough year with the pandemic, with the riots over the summer, with the election all leading up to yesterday.
Face it, we’ve been cranky for almost a year.
I have been struggling, as a person of faith, with how to respond.
After the first of the riots, I wrote this in June.
I am no great person of prayer. I fail daily.
But my faith tells me that prayer changes things. It certainly has a tendency to change the person doing the praying.
My faith also tells me that God hears our prayers. And I believe He answers.
I still believe that. I don’t know how He will answer, and it’s not my job to know.
My job is to pray. And to believe.