Learning Curve

Covid 19 and the Election Cycle.

What I’ve been learning throughout this time isn’t what I expected. It’s not even really something I WANTED to know. I’ve been asking God what I’m missing.

Up until about late August, early September, I was having very few issues with the quarantine.

My husband and I are empty nesters. Blessedly, our family is healthy. The men in the family are “essential workers”. (I so dislike that term – Aren’t we all essential?)

Events were all cancelled, and being a dyed in the wool introvert, I enjoy staying home. The truth is, I could still get groceries, and do my interacting via Facebook or Zoom.

Our Grandson was with us for six weeks, and I was careful to use the time wisely. Reading. Writing. “Hanging out” with the grandson. When his job came open again in a town south of here, he moved back to where he could get there easily.

All of this time, like everyone else, I heard (whether I wanted to or not) the news feeds constantly touting all the negatives and stats about Covid. (Scare tactics anyone?)

Add to that, berating the current President. Every day. All day. Real. Imagined. Whatever.

I was able to ignore if for quite a while, and then began to feel a bit overwhelmed. People were learning to deal with Covid, and beginning to find their stride, and then (even more) negative press about the President;

The truth is, whether you LIKE a President or not, it is NEVER appropriate to do what has been done to him, by anyone. If we cannot respect the man, we need to respect the office.

That’s how I was raised, but apparently, we don’t need to be respectful any more. Just because we disagree, does not mean that we must hate one another, and wish for the others demise.

Most recently, the overwhelm has become so great, that I’ve distanced myself even further. People I know. People I love. People who claim to believe the same things I believe.

These people have begun to show a stripe of a different color. Not always. Not everyday. But every so often. At an increasing rate. I’ll read a post, or a retweet, or something from them that has so much venom that I cannot even believe I’m dealing with the same people.

So the overwhelm isn’t from fear, or isolation, or any of the things one would normally associate with overwhelm. It’s more like a broken heart. My heart is broken.

Broken because broken people still have broken hearts, even though most of the time they can hide them, they still exist.

I hesitate to even share this post, but I cannot stand the division, and I do not believe that arguing, or lamenting, publicly chastising ANYONE does ANY good at all.

Some people are indeed, in the middle of processing, but the continuous spewing of this venom, I believe only causes more division, heart ache and no healing whatsoever.

Focusing on letting the emotion flow THROUGH and AWAY can be most helpful.

So here I am, writing about a topic I don’t like, but posting it any way. Stating my case with all the humility I can muster; with a prayer.

Hoping to bring it to someone’s attention, knowing full well, that every person has different reasons for the feelings and misgivings they have; and a right to have them; and that process takes time.

I also know full well that I will be “Unfriended” by some who disagree. I’m not OK with that, but I get it. I can only really process my own self, and clean out my own house.

Be it known that I love you.

Be it known to you that you are in my prayers.

Be it known that I will help you if I can.

Be it known that I will respect you whatever you choose.

And that I’ll check in with you again after the election, in hopes of renewing our friendship in a deeper way.

1 Timothy 2:1-4 First of all, then, I urge that supplications, prayers, intercessions, and thanksgivings be made for all people, for kings and all who are in high positions, that we may lead a peaceful and quiet life, godly and dignified in every way. This is good, and it is pleasing in the sight of God our Savior, who desires all people to be saved and to come to the knowledge of the truth.

Until next time ….

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