I was told in my early 20's, I would be in a wheelchair in my 50's. I blithely said I would have great memories to enjoy. I do, but they don't seem to be enough now. Like you, in 2019, I wasn't present enough. Or I'm greedy and want more? I miss housework, changing bedclothes, prep for cooking, having a clean house, baking altar bread. I'm tired of being tired doing nothing, it's exhausting just sitting, I filled out paperwork for a doctor ( having a numb right hand and arm makes that a real bitch!) I'll never be truly physically functional again but you who are, cherish it even as you swear at it. One day, you'll miss it very much.
A year ago i did not know what would be lost, not did I know what I would gain.
The loss: My catering company for 13 years. Being voted number 1 for 2020 by the community. Very little income for almost 4 months.
The gain:
Time to work on myself.
Growing a closer relationship with the lord.
Being hire on the spot and starting the next morning.
Regained self confidence.
Increase of trust in people.
A mother figure that I have longed for.
More quality time with my wife.
Learning what it feels like working 40-45 hours a week and proper sleeping hours.
The awareness how working 60-80 hours a week, sometimes sleeping a couple hours at work and the stress effected my body and changing my personality.
The awareness of what was going to be lost by continuing my catering company.
Landing the perfect job, with the awareness that the experience owning my catering company prepared me for this position.
Being saved from hydroplaning into a power line pole. Walking away with a fractured ankle and a sprained ankle. Being healed to start my new job in time 2 weeks later.
Knowing the Lord, trusting God and listening to him more.
I could tell what you meant...just really loved your phone analogy and had to build on it. It made me wonder who hangs up, and why. It made me think...I love that about this group...the spiritual processing I end up doing.
Its hard to believe we are coming up on one year. Facebook memories from a year ago are surreal. So is shopping. Everyone in masks. Who would have thought a year ago this would be our reality as a planet? For me, the day I'll never forget is Friday, March 13. That's the day the kids were sent home from school, nearly rushed home. "Get your items from your locker. Take everything."
My husband, an engineer, came home with a dazed look. "They told us to bring home our computers. I guess we are working from home for a while."
Me: Well, I'm in Funeral Service, so my job just got busier and busier. For 6 weeks, the death rate was pretty much out of control. We had to find "Cold Storage" and getting cremation and burial permits was taking longer and longer. Every single day, at least one of us would end up in tears. It was all just too much.
Then everything started closing down and people were hoarding items. My nerves were on edge. Everyday, the news was terrifying. Stopped watching.
Today, well, starting to crawl back to some normalcy. Husband still working from home. Hasn't seen his office in 11 months. Kids back to school. Thank God. My job, death rates are back to normal.
May we never ever take for granted what it is we have, do, and love. It can just stop with little warning. I miss dinners out, going to the movies, hanging with friends and family. I miss going to all the school functions and sports. I pray we can get to herd immunity quickly. I am mostly tired. We will all have stories of 2020/21. What a weird time in history.
I like this Sunday Prayer a lot. I've been finding great comfort in practicing gratitude and practicing celebration this past week especially. Last week, my wife and I had to say goodbye to our beloved dog of 12+ years (that's her in my profile pic, enjoying a relaxing snooze awhile back). Of course, it was just as hard and just as sad as you would imagine. But, I'm finding incredible solace in my gratitude for the time we did have with her. I'm truly uplifted by celebrating the life she shared with us. So many gifts that looked just like ordinary days! I think it's easier with a dog. Their love and their spirits are pretty uncomplicated compared to our own. I wonder if we know the importance of that lesson and that's why we love dogs?
I saw a light at the end of the tunnel....we have a vaccine. My MIL got sick. She’s 82. They don’t know what is causing her illness. My husband was torn, but we made the decision for him to fly to be with her for a week. She was getting ready to have a bone marrow biopsy, so had a Covid test in anticipation. It’s positive. My husband must stay. He is where he belongs for now. But I am afraid.....Somehow this all fits in with today’s Sunday prayer.
you sound so much like Bonhoeffer who also said that we must be grateful for the community we have while we have them, as we don't know when they will be taken away or when we might have them taken away from us! Thank you for the reminder.
This nails it. There are no words to describe the terrible, devastating impact of the losses along the entire spectrum of all humanity. The course of history has been altered, and whichever way this next turns, we're now headed into "... something new and entirely different".
I was told in my early 20's, I would be in a wheelchair in my 50's. I blithely said I would have great memories to enjoy. I do, but they don't seem to be enough now. Like you, in 2019, I wasn't present enough. Or I'm greedy and want more? I miss housework, changing bedclothes, prep for cooking, having a clean house, baking altar bread. I'm tired of being tired doing nothing, it's exhausting just sitting, I filled out paperwork for a doctor ( having a numb right hand and arm makes that a real bitch!) I'll never be truly physically functional again but you who are, cherish it even as you swear at it. One day, you'll miss it very much.
Lord help me get my "happy" back.
A year ago i did not know what would be lost, not did I know what I would gain.
The loss: My catering company for 13 years. Being voted number 1 for 2020 by the community. Very little income for almost 4 months.
The gain:
Time to work on myself.
Growing a closer relationship with the lord.
Being hire on the spot and starting the next morning.
Regained self confidence.
Increase of trust in people.
A mother figure that I have longed for.
More quality time with my wife.
Learning what it feels like working 40-45 hours a week and proper sleeping hours.
The awareness how working 60-80 hours a week, sometimes sleeping a couple hours at work and the stress effected my body and changing my personality.
The awareness of what was going to be lost by continuing my catering company.
Landing the perfect job, with the awareness that the experience owning my catering company prepared me for this position.
Being saved from hydroplaning into a power line pole. Walking away with a fractured ankle and a sprained ankle. Being healed to start my new job in time 2 weeks later.
Knowing the Lord, trusting God and listening to him more.
Time to sit with God til he hangs up, not just 10 minutes squeezed in between.
Wait...God hangs up? I thought I just had spiritual ADD and that She/He/It is always on the line. :-)
I guess i mean its like sharing some quality time, instead of just reeling off my need/want/pray list, actually taking time to finish a conversation
I could tell what you meant...just really loved your phone analogy and had to build on it. It made me wonder who hangs up, and why. It made me think...I love that about this group...the spiritual processing I end up doing.
Sometimes I see my prayer life as the kid that only phones dad when he needs some money
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WELL SHIT. This is the prayer I needed today.
love you.
"Help me savor now what I will miss when it’s gone. Help me practice being the person today I regret not being in the past."
Oy vey. Amen.
I keep singing Paul Simon’s 59th Street Bridge sing to myself... slow down, you move too fast. You’ve got to make this moment last...
.......feelin' groovyyyyyy.......
Thank you Nadia for reminding me to be grateful and to appreciate what I have today.
Its hard to believe we are coming up on one year. Facebook memories from a year ago are surreal. So is shopping. Everyone in masks. Who would have thought a year ago this would be our reality as a planet? For me, the day I'll never forget is Friday, March 13. That's the day the kids were sent home from school, nearly rushed home. "Get your items from your locker. Take everything."
My husband, an engineer, came home with a dazed look. "They told us to bring home our computers. I guess we are working from home for a while."
Me: Well, I'm in Funeral Service, so my job just got busier and busier. For 6 weeks, the death rate was pretty much out of control. We had to find "Cold Storage" and getting cremation and burial permits was taking longer and longer. Every single day, at least one of us would end up in tears. It was all just too much.
Then everything started closing down and people were hoarding items. My nerves were on edge. Everyday, the news was terrifying. Stopped watching.
Today, well, starting to crawl back to some normalcy. Husband still working from home. Hasn't seen his office in 11 months. Kids back to school. Thank God. My job, death rates are back to normal.
May we never ever take for granted what it is we have, do, and love. It can just stop with little warning. I miss dinners out, going to the movies, hanging with friends and family. I miss going to all the school functions and sports. I pray we can get to herd immunity quickly. I am mostly tired. We will all have stories of 2020/21. What a weird time in history.
I like this Sunday Prayer a lot. I've been finding great comfort in practicing gratitude and practicing celebration this past week especially. Last week, my wife and I had to say goodbye to our beloved dog of 12+ years (that's her in my profile pic, enjoying a relaxing snooze awhile back). Of course, it was just as hard and just as sad as you would imagine. But, I'm finding incredible solace in my gratitude for the time we did have with her. I'm truly uplifted by celebrating the life she shared with us. So many gifts that looked just like ordinary days! I think it's easier with a dog. Their love and their spirits are pretty uncomplicated compared to our own. I wonder if we know the importance of that lesson and that's why we love dogs?
Anyway, amen. :)
This tolled like a bell, drowning out all the unnecessary noise. Thank you.
I saw a light at the end of the tunnel....we have a vaccine. My MIL got sick. She’s 82. They don’t know what is causing her illness. My husband was torn, but we made the decision for him to fly to be with her for a week. She was getting ready to have a bone marrow biopsy, so had a Covid test in anticipation. It’s positive. My husband must stay. He is where he belongs for now. But I am afraid.....Somehow this all fits in with today’s Sunday prayer.
2020 was a very bad year for me..So many things happened to me.Health Car wreck. Horrible news from a family member.
Backsliding.Satan played this puppet.
Amen! Especially poignant for those of us who are older..loss of missed opportunities are offset by the blessings we discovered in this time.
you sound so much like Bonhoeffer who also said that we must be grateful for the community we have while we have them, as we don't know when they will be taken away or when we might have them taken away from us! Thank you for the reminder.
This nails it. There are no words to describe the terrible, devastating impact of the losses along the entire spectrum of all humanity. The course of history has been altered, and whichever way this next turns, we're now headed into "... something new and entirely different".
AMEN!!