Although I’m the Monday Wrangler, I’m writing this on Sunday. I usually do, especially since I no longer “work” on weekends. I’m writing this and starting to itch to get back into the WIP. I like that itchy feeling.
It’s been a hard week. For Boston. For Texas. For our country in general. Our weather in the Midwest has been wet and gloomy. A few towns near us have had the worst flooding they’ve seen in 100 years.
Sifting through the pain of this week, there are patches of sunshine. Heroes…oh, Lord, yes, heroes. The woman who held little Jane Richard’s hands and told her to look into her eyes and tell her her name, that she would be all right. The people who ran toward the explosions instead of away from them. The cops and the cops and the cops. Brian Williams saying, more than once, that anyone who would lay bombs down next to little kids would do anything, anything at all.
But today the sun is shining.
This morning in church, we talked about hope.
On Facebook this morning, I “liked” and “shared” the saying, “When life knocks you down, roll over and look at the stars.”
A few minutes ago, as I walked from the house to the office, I heard the familiar clickety sound of hooves on blacktop and saw an Amish buggy making its way north through the sunshine.
Life goes on.
I am so grateful, in these strange and often terrible times, for writers who will augment our memories with word pictures that will show the pain and the heroes and the hope. That will remind us to look at the stars.
I hope this is a better week for everyone. To the people of Boston and West, Texas, you remain in our thoughts and prayers.