All in good humor here, but I am kind of an expert on disappointment and betrayal so it seems only appropriate that I address this struggle.
Recently I was reading some local letters to the editor, people who were really struggling with "getting back to normal" after covid. They just can't seem to look at people in quite the same way anymore. Something has changed.
Sheesh! Ya think??
Said letter was from someone who had recently attended a community event. A bit comical, but full disclosure here, oh heck no! These days I roll up my windows and lock the doors just to drive through the community. You couldn't pay me to socialize in the 9th circuit of hell under the guise of "rebuilding community." There is so much trauma in this area I know of people who now have a form of PTSD and will actually pay someone else to go into town to take care of their business for them. Anyone with the means to do so, promptly left town and moved out of state without a forwarding address. It wasn't the covid that got to them, it was realizing that when people are squeezed the vast majority will simply sell you out for five pieces of silver and wish death upon you just so they can steal your boots.
The way we handled covid here is only one of many injustices, betrayals, even outright arrests and other assorted abuse. Unresolved abuse. There has been no admission of wrong doing, no public apology, just basically an official "oh well, get over it."
I don't mean to sound snarky, but it's much like how a woman less than a year ago was actually publicly calling for the unvaxxed to be jailed, denied medical care, and possibly executed, and she now wants to just hold hands and sing kumbaya. She is just fine, she got over it, I don't know what your problem is. Like, you people need to totally move on. Obviously the only one in the wrong here is you. Que all the religious people now stepping forward to tout the importance of forgiveness....
Speaking of religious people and forgiveness, I have the most awful image stuck in my brain, people all masked up standing six feet apart in a churchian social distancing hula hoop, singing "No Longer a Slave to Fear." Those people don't owe me anything, they hardly even know me, but they broke my brain just the same. Now I can't even... people anymore.
I didn't think I had any illusions about people left to shatter before covid came to our community. I was wrong! I think the deep sea divers and the bucket heads in the grocery just store did me in. Don't even get me started about the full body condoms and vacuum cleaner hoses. Also the threats of job loss, arrest, harassment, persecution, assault, and a million one finger salutes as a standard form of greeting and public shunning.
I won't bore you with more lamentations. I just wanted to put this out there, to share some solidarity with the alleged "unforgiving," all the bitter knitters and unhealed ones who find themselves completely unable to put the trust bunny back in the bag.
By the way, if you ever talk to a grown adult people about the need for them to, "find their trust bunny," well, you are probably one of the reasons why I now lock my doors and roll up the windows when I drive into town.
That sad rabbit done died. Pretty sure he suffocated in your silly bag of face nappies.
Another name for forgiveness is, absorbing the cost. That means you must look at the bill, the toll something has taken on you. You can't absorb the cost if you don't take the time to do an inventory of what was stolen. Something really wonderful about the Lord, He gives us beauty for ashes, He restores what was lost ten fold. Make the list and hand it to Him.
In my experience the best way to cope with these kind of situations, is not to think about forgiveness at all, but rather to praise the Lord for the challenging situation He is leading you through. He likes to hide pearls in the cesspool. "Count your blessings, one by one." If we try to just skip over and brush our experiences aside, we often miss all the gifts He has stashed in there for us.
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