I have arthritis. It sometimes can level me. Take some days to get back to norm.
A good metaphor for the shape of this big blue ball we all live in. It’s as though the world has this same illness. But it could use more than a few days for restoration.
The anger is consuming some, like arthritis, it is crippling their purpose. The politics. The societal issues. The never ending pandemic…so many items on the table to name. But, you get it.
There is reason for righteous anger amongst all of these separate entities. The one thing that is lacking though, is grace. Grace is offered when we really don’t deserve it. Grace is there to extend a value of love beyond a post or tweet. Grace is a reset we all need so desperately. It can envelope all the frustrations, just for a bit, long enough to stop and think. It pushes empathy up to the front of the line so it can be the leader. It is the calm breeze in the mornings that brushes our skin ever so gently as a reminder that we have a new day to begin again.
If only we would allow it to heal. Arthritic nations be gone. Incinerated with reconsiderations for our brothers and sisters everywhere. Love that covers the hurts. The peace that passes all understanding.
Courteous goodwill - Grace. I feel it may seem foreign to some. I feel it should be taught and given to all.