There, I heard it, I’m sure.
The sound of something heavy dropping from 50 feet up. Alas, it wasn’t, she is maybe 8lbs at most and the drop was maybe 3 feet.
Thunder rumbles from up above. No, it’s just her walking, coming down to make her demands.
Then she is there. Silent as a ghost, but way more terrifying. She stares at the door and then at me. Her message is clear, spoken without a sound.
I sigh and walk to the door to the room. I open it and in she walks in without so much as a backward glance of appreciation.
“Just once would be nice”, I say to myself. “At least my dog is thankful. I wonder if anyone wants a cat?”
I hope she cannot read minds…..
I wanted to leave “about politics” off the title but as I have to deal with rush hour traffic later, I still want to be able to complain (even if I shouldy).
Today in the U.S. we have our midterm elections. There is a push on both sides to get like minded folks to the polls to oust the “corrupt, greedy, etc” opposition party out of power. Getting out to vote has always been important to me and that hasn’t changed. However, this election I will not be voting. I wanted to, but to do so would require a rushed trip home, waiting in line, then rushing to church and finally driving home, exhausted. I would have done my Civic duty but for what end? There is no guarantee that the candidate I’d vote for would win or that they would stay true to their word. I could complain about how they didn’t meet my expectations but again what good does that do?
Last election, I did not like either candidate and the decision I made was not an easy one. However, I had made a decision to hand this mess we call politics over to the God I serve. If Trump won, he was still God. If Clinton won, you guessed it, still God. There was and continues to be freedom because of that. I’m not bound to vote along party lines and fret if my people don’t win. No matter who wins, I’ll do my best to pray for them.
I hope to vote in the next election. It’s a privilege which I wish to partake of. Regardless of what happens then, my highest loyalty is to God. If I’m not praying for those who were elected then it doesn’t matter if I voted for them or not.
I have to wonder after today. How many times did I misread the signals my body was sending me before today? How often did I wonder why everyone else could sit for what seemed an eternity (in reality was often 30 minutes) and as far as I know be completely engaged. If I stayed focused, as far as everyone else was concerned, it was a struggle most times.
I realized today at church, I started to have second thoughts with the training that was going to occur there. Was I wrong to decide to stay instead of going home? This weekend had a lot of social interaction/involvement going on and little down time.
On Saturday, between my morning event (volunteering with others) and time with my friends in the evening. I did have a short shutdown. My brain just locked for a lack of a better word. I laid down on the bed and did not move for 10-20 minutes. I had things to do. “Up, get up! You can’t just lie there.” I didn’t move much as I wanted to. Then the dog barked and that somehow jolted me out of it somewhat. The few “must do’s” got done but that was it. The feeling carried into the evening as it took a while to engage without feeling it was forced.
So back to that training session. This time I started listening, not to the speaker, but to my body. Discomfort from the eyes, the urge to “move”. Conveniently, our church nursery was unoccupied and dark. Also, a rocking chair is in the room. There, I found the relief I needed.
There I sat, in a rocking chair, rocking, with sunglasses on, and listening to the training session on dealing with drug addiction in the family. There I sat, knowing that I would have been constantly moving, looking at my phone so that I could ignore the lights. Instead, I rocked quietly in the dark, wearing glasses, and listening better than I expected I would.