If we are distressed, it is for your comfort and salvation; if we are comforted, it is for your comfort, which produces in your patient endurance of the same sufferings. 2 Corinthians 1:6
When I was a child, I often erupted in anger and maybe in my
aging process, I am reverting to childhood for suddenly I seem to have less
time for foolish people. Less time to feel concern for the person who chooses
not to wear a mask. Less time to care for the young adult who seems to be feigning
illness to get added attention. Less patience for the person who runs a red
light or speeds ahead of me or turns sharply into my path. Less tolerance for
foolish conversations or use of insulting slurs.
Sometimes I voice my complaints to the man with whom I live.
He often answers gently, tomorrow is another day. At least I am not alone
to stew in my discontent or dismay.
Today a letter came from a recent widow friend of ours. Her
only daughter also died not many years ago. She wrote the following, “Spending
this sacred Christmas Day home alone facing oneself with 100% honesty in peace
with one’s God – a gift all its own. I am so grateful for the special people
God has put in my life.”
Good grief, thought. Carolyn, have more patience.
Be thankful for what you have. There is still soft snoring in the night,
someone to hold my hand when I laugh or cry and sometimes after I have yelled
aloud. We were certainly not alone for Christmas and even if we had been,
zooming would have filled the afternoon with thoughts and feelings of love and
companionship and we would have had one another.
How many people did spend Christmas Day alone? How many
people spend day after day alone? During this very odd time in our lives when
we face the outside world with a certain amount of fear, are we forgetting how
to communicate with others, how to feel for one another’s problems? Do we even
know about one another’s problems? And the worst part is, do we even care?
Can we spend a few moments each day trying to be more caring
and more loving toward our fellow man, woman, and child? Maybe 2022 will be
different, but even as I have my doubts, I also have my hopes.
Prayer: Dear Lord, hear our prayers. Help us to help one
another, to be there for others and to be happy in spite of doubts of the
future and also to be loving toward our fellow man.
Carolyn Olsen
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