I hope all is well in your part of the world. We are well out here in the northwest. It has been a news worthy year; first COVID-19 case, fires, a few smoke storms, unemployment fraud, a wind storm & the president hates us! SMH, it is a great time to lean on God…IJS
How are you coping with the pandemic? I know some folks are making the best of the situation and still others are struggling. One thing has been evident to me, at times like these, you find out what’s important to you. For instance, I’m not overly concerned that my car hasn’t been waxed all year, or that I haven’t seen the latest movies or even caught some great deals at Ross/Burlington.
What I have discovered is that I have real quality time for my family, to be creative and to listen to the radio or podcast. The host on the local stations are ok; they don’t fake like it’s always so great out here. I’m even enjoying the parks near my house as we have some nice spots in Pierce county for walking.
My desire to write has once again emerged and it has been strong. I started writing letters to connect and to fill that void in my life. Now I know, only God can fill whatever empty spot I have; and I know because He’s using writing to do so in me. So let me share a funny story with you about how God takes care of me.
So one day a few months back, pre-COVID, my co-teacher and I were going to pray at 6pm so I decided to ride the bus to work. I got to the stop at 0627; the bus was scheduled to be there at 0638, I thought. After waiting until 0640, I checked the app and see that the schedule changed, just like it does every September (doh!); the bus was now due at 0650. Ok, I’m good, it wasn’t raining hard, I had on my Columbia jacket and my new 90’s throwback bucket hat. Thank God for His provision as the hat came in the mail the day before. So 0650 comes, here comes the bus, good, I think, I’ll have time to get coffee, and there goes the bus! She was going fast but slowed down, almost didn’t see me she says…(pink jacket, phone lit because I was checking the app AND I was standing under the street light) but I got on. The route leaves the main road and makes a circle through the VA Medical Center so it takes about 20 minutes all together. Seeing the people, with all sorts of disabilities waiting for the clinic doors to open; and the wide economical gap for the haves and have-nots around American Lake helped to put my little attitude about the bus driver in perspective. I got in my feelings because I was trying to be green, support the local economy and be a good tax-payer darn it! She didn’t have to be going that fast and almost miss me at the bus stop. IJS, yeah, I was feeling some sort of way about it and the actual riding time was needed. It was enough time for sun to rise and for me to gather my thoughts.
So I get off at the stop closet to work and find that it is raining a little bit harder. I pull out my cool hat and go get my coffee. From the stop to Starbucks is less than 100 yards and I saw two homeless people. They were up and moving out of the doorways they had slept in the night before. Once inside I see that it’s not busy so I order a pastry too. After all, my morning has been a little exciting and I deserve a treat. (Insert #PNW Karen voice so you can feel what I’m thinking). Coffee and cheese danish in hand, I start for the office. By this time it’s brighter and I can see a homeless couple by a furniture store. I’m embarrassed for them so I keep my head down. “Good morning”, says the lady and I look up to see her smiling; I give her my reply and smile too. I shake my head, shoot, if she’s got a sunny disposition then I need to get it together. Here I’ve slept in my house all night, chose my mode of transportation, been blessed with the right gear for a pacific northwest fall, walking upright without any mobility devices and decided what I what to eat.
It took me just a couple more minutes to get to the office and in that time I felt convicted about my attitude. I stopped, asked God’s forgiveness and started thanking Him for all the things I that had annoyed me just seven hours into the day. I gave Him praise for the bus driver even. After all, she was where she was supposed to be, when she was supposed to be; it was my presumption about the schedule that started my annoyance. Then I took a deep breath, went into the office and I still made it to work on time!