Time for Robbie Burns, “The best laid schemes o’ mice an’ men Gang aft a-gley. In modern terms, life can mess up in a minute. It might be burned toast, or lost car keys, or you forgot daylight savings time. (For my part, I would like never to have to remember it) When upset occurs, we have to recoup, reorganize, and forge ahead as best as we can.
This week has seemed earthshaking. First, the stock market dropped and paper loses occurred. Now the activity looks like real money gone away. Technology, which can help, in this case spread information and reaction with its available speed. A virus leapt from country to country with the sequence of illness to quarantine to death to fear.
All of us cope in our way. Make a new budget, disinfect the counters, cry alone in a closet. Group discussions seems to center around what has happened and who is doing what to make it better. Others consider what needs to be done to hunker down safely. Those push carts through the grocery checking shelves for what they might need. Rumors go out as truth and as quickly are pulled back as error.
Here’s what an old lady thinks. Unless it is the end of the world, in which case there is nothing I can do, we will survive. It may take time, not be as life was, and leave some pain of change. This I know. My parents clawed their way through what was named The Great Depression. A chemical plant we own has been in a trough several times and turned around. I am 30 years past a not too good cancer diagnosis and treatment. Hope declares that positive possibility lurks. Also, this year I have sweet peas, waving scented purple blossoms on slender stems. Year after y
ear, I plant, and frost or early heat denies a bloom. This year I can be like Habakkuk who listed six awful disasters and ended with that positive conjunction.
Yet I will rejoice in the Lord. I will joy in the God of my salvation. God, the Lord, is my strength…He makes me tread upon my high places. Habakkuk 3: 18 – 19
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