To be, The Calm in a storm...

I know many people who are cool to hang with and very few who are calm. I am talking about the people who are just really chilled, naturally. The kind of chill you aspire to be when things are bad or when scared of something. The way this kind handle things is very calm. The kind of calm you hear when an infant finally sleeps after a long cry. Their subtlety and composure is really notable and admirable. When they show up, you breathe at ease. When you hear from them, you cannot help but get a revival. This is like when a little one finally fall asleep, for their quiet is most welcome.

The things to finally get to, put back and let go after a storm, are plenty. While the storm is having its way, in the case of parenting or caring for a child, it is up to the caregiver to be especially on guard while remaining calm. When the cry finally stops, they move and try their best to be like a drop of feathers. You cannot have it on you should they wake up "too" soon. This is how I have been trying to cope with what the pandemic has deliberated in our lives. The demand that one try their best at being calm for ones sanity is high, so that they do not become the reason why a storm takes over, completely. Every day more reasons to be careful, alert and proactive made way. Many times, I felt like to this really could be a new reality that will not change. When I drove to go to work when it all started with the lock-down, there really was excessively much road to travel, all alone. The lanes looked a little wider and the weary thoughts in my head had too much ground to play on. Too much space around me left unoccupied. To feel my loved ones' hopes and well wishes for safety meant more than it ever did.

To have faith in the Lord not to forsake me has been my calm in the storm. Like a new-born, learning to breath in this wide and open earth, from just the very closed and well-guarded womb of their mother, there was no other option than to adapt fast, or else. There is, still, more reason to be weary. A lot more burdens to carry to the Lord in prayer. A lot more action to go with our faith. Yet, more reasons to take living more seriously with a grateful heart. In all that the storm continues to dislocate, force into permanent loss, the lives not spared, spaces not safe, as sad, scary, and real this remains, there is still you and I, hopefully and supposedly making good on what we have.

The world has been calling it the new normal. So sure of what is by now, and making predictions and preparations to manage the next day. I have just called it a change. This one has come and really gave its shot at each one of us. We heard of it, even anticipated its wrath and now living with it. Have you accepted it? Are you still skeptic and claiming it is just another one of those, consumed with the conspiracy of it all? Have you, by now admitted to not being in control? Conformed and changed with the times for the better or have worsened. Do you know how so not paranoid the ones with covered faces are by now? What is faith really having anything to do with wearing or not wearing a face shield? Do you care a little more than just for those who are close? Have you grown to love and share some more? Did you miss on faith matters in your panic? Have you found and grow a new one? This is on you. It is on me. It can sure help with calming the storm should we be at it for the greater good.

It is true; we may all be just trying at this moment. I trust that it is enough. The hope is that we are at it for what is good rather than the bad. It has trapped many to be confined with the uncaring ones, THE ABUSERS AND KILLERS. At the mercy of another human being, not just a virus. “Jesus take the wheel!” The calm in the storm for many is death. It is not a house full of love, but a monstrous figure of whom we are to believe to be as his image. Dear Lord, save them! It is going on, some stand by hoping to score big when they share what they recorded, a few try to stop it while a few do little to prevent it when the signs show. Can there be room to love and protect one another, some more please! A change of hearts to admit to a need and call for help. Bravery to lend a hand. More voices to be heard and listeners too. There is room to grow for all of us into being more loving.

This is a matter of hope in written words. May it touch you for the better. It would be well if we all care and know that we matter. Let us take care of one another!

PS: This is to you who we have lost because there was one taking from you what was made to sustain you. To you I did not listen to when you cried for help because I was too busy. To you I did not mention in my prayer because I focused too much on myself. The one whose silence became loud, only when it was too late. I will always pray that you are resting peacefully!

Let God Lead! Let Love Lead!

Regards

Livhuwani