Some people are writing articles about ZOOM fatigue, the strain that accompanies countless on-line meetings. Others are discussing various possibilities of how our country and world will be forever changed by COVID-19. This morning, I noticed a marked increase in cat and dog videos on Facebook, perhaps suggesting an attempt to return to some normalcy. As for me, I’ve written more than 50 little posts, a few thoughts shared almost every day since the middle of March.
But this week, I skipped a day, wrote about brownies, then skipped two days, and didn’t really feel like writing today. I’m still collecting thoughts, but finding other activities to fill most of the hours. I won’t bore you with the details. Instead, I’ll share a couple of poems written decades ago, not by my mom, but by a junior high girl named Lisa Pfeiffer. I found these undated writings among some school memorabilia. It was fun to see what I was thinking about in my school days, but I was most impressed with my writing, the decorative cursive writing of one who remembers sixth grade penmanship imperfections.
Take a look at the little circles I used as dots. I wonder if I was looking at a picture as I penned Evening.
These thoughts about life seem pretty relevant today. We ask the questions. We look for hope.
And we boast in the hope of the glory of God.
Not only so, but we also glory in our sufferings,
because we know that suffering produces perseverance;
perseverance, character; and character, hope. Romans 5:2-4
