Stop the presses! I felt that way this morning when I read the morning’s papers. “Please, no more bad news,” I said to myself.
After breakfast, I went into my morning’s meditation with the question, “When will it all end?” But soon calm began to creep up from my toes, and I thought of the neighbor yesterday who Suzy and I passed on our walk who offered to do anything for us — go to the grocery store, pick up laundry, or take me to the doctor. She hardly knew me from Adam, but there she was offering whatever I needed. In her own way she was the voice of God offering to be there for us and telling us to be patient — “this too will pass.”
Staying at home is hardly “living hell.” Losing one’s job or business is devastating, but consider the two million Britons who lost their home during the Battle of Britain. They rebuilt. I have been knocked down a few times in my life, and experienced the fear of uncertainty, loss of everything, and even death, but each time I was on my rear somehow and thanks to the grace of God we overcame. One of the few certainties in this world is humankind’s ability to recover.
My meditation tells me to practice patience and extend love as much as possible. What do you think?