Every Friday we unite for five minutes. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second-thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on patient.
It can mean to tolerate the passing of time and wait for the right moment.
It can mean you are ill and waiting for medical advice.
It can be what we're all trying to be and trying not to be in this moment.
It can be rough right now, no matter the meaning.
At at time when the grownups are trying to be grownups, in our house, it's the kiddos that are doing the best with this. Finding ways to pass the time, yes bored, yes too much on screens, yes, at times the bored silly makes my cringe, but all in all, they are just waiting, patiently waiting.
At a time when we are all holding our breath trying to see into the future and get answers, all we can do, all we are being asked to do is wait. Patiently wait. There will of course be an end, but we're not there yet. So, wait it out, hold on, just stay put.
At a time when I start to think we're getting closer to the end, news hits of someone else who is sick and it brings me right back to the seriousness of this. How devastating and scary it can be. How for some, it feels like a bad few days, for others, well, for others it's been really bad. Others are being patient, waiting for it to pass in a different way and just cannot wait to only be home-bound.
At a time when all we have control over is time. Time is ours now, we finally have a little more control, even though we lost so much control. All the things we put off because "we just don't have the time" now we do. So I guess we will find out what is really important to us.
To tolerate the passing of time. To be in medical need. To be patient.
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The days crawl by on turtle feet,
and screens have lost all their allure.
You'd really like to go and meet
some friends, but still you must endure
these stupid days of isolation,
slave to a virus you can't see,
and feel that it's beneath your station
to have to go and take a knee
and give the bloody bug a nod
(why doesn't God just wipe it out?);
it seems Creation's really flawed,
and I would like to scream and shout
unto the Father and the Son,
"Hang it all, just get it DONE!"