Grief

Sometimes the news comes quick. Sometimes the news comes slow. No matter how or when it comes, grief travels in the wake of the news. Grief is heavy, weighty, a burden, especially when it involves someone deeply loved. Grief is not meant to be carried alone. It’s too heavy and may last a while—and that’s ok. That’s what family and friends are for, to share the load. Jesus stood outside the tomb of his friend and wept but He did not weep alone. It was a deep, human moment. “ Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted ” (Matt 5:4). If anyone knows how we feel in grief, it’s Him. But His grief did not linger long, as at the mention of his name, Lazarus came forth. We are not meant to dwell in grief, but should leave room enough for it. Let it run its course. Like the song says, “ Every Storm Runs Out Of Rain .” Another song says, “ The storm We will dance as it breaks The storm It will give as it takes And all of our pain is washed away Don't cry or be afraid Some things...

"Florence" Day

"It’s something like going on an ocean voyage. What can I do? Pick the captain, the boat, the date, and the best time to sail. But then a storm hits… What are my options? I do the only thing I am in a position to do . . ." (Epictetus, Discourses)

"Today I escaped from anxiety. Or no, I discarded it, because it was within me, in my own perceptions — not outside." (Marcus Aurelius, Meditations)

Tropical Storm Florence finally arrived in our neighborhood in the pre-dawn hours this morning. Power went out around 6 a.m. and was restored a couple hours later. It's currently windy and raining but not in the strong ways possible--the forecast says that's still to come. 

The two quotes (above) capture my thoughts regarding our immediate situation and I can't help but recall the other hurricanes that have blown through in years past. When the power went out this morning, I did the only thing I was in position to do . . . I went back to bed. A storm is a storm and will do what it will do. What will anxiety do for the storm? 

A tree fell in a friend's yard. His response? Gratitude. "I ain't even mad" he said. Why? Come Fall, he'll have fewer leaves to rake. Another friend composed, arranged and recorded an album during last year's hurricane and this year, he's still practicing and recording. One of our daughters baked an array of muffins at her house. Leslie is doing homework, some housework and I am reading, writing, exercising and keeping an eye on things. If something breaks, we'll fix it. 

Batteries are on-hand, phones are staying charged. Back-up chargers are on stand-by. Solar charger is available. Water is stored. Dry goods are ready to be used, if necessary. 

Jesus slept in the boat while the storm raged. He wasn't anxious because He was already in control. As far as we're concerned, the wind's gonna blow and the rain's gonna fall. I have better things to do than be anxious. 

Besides, storms are fascinating. They smell different with all the nutrients they bring in the rain. The wind prunes and clears out dead fall from the trees. Lakes, streams, even the ocean gets stirred up and junk (natural or man-made) gets flushed out. Nature is doing what nature was designed to do. 

Special thanks to First Responders, Fairfield Electric and others who are out working in this weather. 

"Floods will rob us of one thing, fire of another. These are conditions of our existence which we cannot change. What we can do is adopt a noble spirit, such a spirit as befits a good person, so that we may bear up bravely under all that fortune sends us and bring our wills into tune with nature’s." (Seneca, Letters from a Stoic)

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