For upwards of 20 years, I had a dream to leave the Midwest and start a new life.
My dream became a nightmare. And the death of my dream entails grief. Because of the ongoing nature of my nightmare, I don’t get healing or closure.
Last night, I was listening to my usual line-up of sermons. And I was about to fall asleep when I was awakened, and knew this time it was the Lord wanting me to hear this particular sermon. It was on handling grief. At the end, he said we need time to process grief of the people who are our enemies – people who abuse us. That got my attention.
As I was mulling this over, it came to me that the nation is going to face grief in the death of what we perceived as the American Dream.
Tidal waves of exposures are hitting our shores, sending many who have not been reading outside of the main stream media into denial, anger, bargaining, and depression – what some would call the first four grief stages of five. Some will feel guilt at being happy that enemies are gone. Some will feel regret that we could not unify and bring closure. Some will be angry that anyone will even be grieving.
Just as I yearn for healing and closure in my personal life, I yearn for the same for America. There will be a need to process grief once this scourge is over. America will not heal if we do not process the what and why of this loss. However, I believe God has better plans for us. Plans that are above and beyond our wildest imaginations, if we chose to accept it.
I have always enjoyed my own company, reading books and travelling by proxy to other lands and cultures.
Seriously lacking in our current culture is minding our own business. With societal lack of privacy and isolation, it is tempting to throw up our hands and let it all hang out. Even despite extreme technological abilities and the people who use it, my privacy rests in God. This is a biblical concept.
Stated in a previous post, I wrote that I hated writing a sonnet. Not as easy as the haikus I write. But today I decided to concentrate on the task at hand, and came out of it with 50 minutes of work and a decent 1st draft of my second stanza. I struggled for years thinking writing poetry was not work. Behind this was caring what others thought of me. It did nothing but rob me of poems that were not written.
Finished Walden. Henry David Thoreau loved his own company for two years. This is a gift.
The more I live on this earth, the more I have come to appreciate God’s love for us.
I can attest to the goodness of God. The times of trouble were hard, gut-wrenching at times, but victory was sweet. And the times I did lose the battle, I can look back and say God knew what He was doing for me, though at the time I did not. The trials were losses incurred towards winning the war.
America is positioned at the top of the roller coaster, and the national exposures are going to make our stomachs’ swirl. The ride is just beginning. Buckle up.
Though it may not seem like He loves us in the next phase of our nation, He does. He has heard the cry of many Americans, and is setting us free from the forces that wish us all to be cookie-cutter citizens. We each have an unique, individual calling on our lives, and we have to be free to do the will of the Father. The world was formed out of darkness, and God said, “let there be light.” (Genesis 1:1-4 NKJV)
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…” is the opening line of Charles Dickens’s A Tale of Two Cities. Setting the stage of the book is the French Revolution, both before and during, in Paris and London.
Roughly 230 years ago, a European country had a revolution.
Today another revolution is touching all areas on the globe, and with few exceptions, no one is exempt from the blazing news cycle of events.
On a personal scale, moving to Oregon taught me the true meaning of the A Tale of Two Cities quote. Clarity (and a bit of anger) replaced pain and confusion, with beauty driving the day to day wheels. I did not chose the consequences of moving here, but here I believe I was sent for such a time as this. How that plays out in the weeks ahead is my guess, but I know Who holds my future.
As Gandalf said in The Lord of the Rings, “All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.”
And as the Bible would say, “On a good day, enjoy yourself; On a bad day, examine your conscience. God arranges for both kinds of days So that we won’t take anything for granted.”