So much has happened since I wrote this November meditation. Life, of course, is different now, but each day I remind myself of my many blessings. I rescued a female black Lab named Robin who turns two next week. Stella, my granddaughter, moved in with me in January. I still have Fred, my yellow cat.
Although I can’t continue volunteering, storytelling, or bridge playing because of the pandemic, many projects keep me busy. During the past months, I have tended a small garden, tried my luck at worm composting, and edited a fiction book that I wrote a few years ago. Although I wish I could go back to my own church, I know that because of my age, I must be cautious in order to stay healthy for myself and others.
On Sundays, Stella and I are blessed to be able to participate in outdoor lawn chair services at a small near-by church when the weather is decent. Last Sunday, Robin, along with six other dogs and a hedgehog, attended a blessings service for pets after the regular message. Sunday mornings in Missouri are often cool this time of year, but with a couple of layers of clothing, it is comfortable in the sun. When the weather is not conducive to outdoor services, we watch an online service. I pray each day for our country and for those who are struggling for survival during this pandemic. I know I am blessed to be financially comfortable and able to enjoy the company of my granddaughter and two pets each day.
Our resolve must be different. My prayer is that we have finally reached a tipping point. My hope is that when the protests fade and the marches slow that our will as a church to truly eradicate the scourge of racism won’t dissipate but grows even stronger.”
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