March Ninth; When All Is Said and Done

Gentle can be deceiving.

I went to bed last night around midnight. It was raining a gentle spring shower type rain, not one of those pounding down summer torrents that always worries me about that drain pipe that runs under the house. I drifted off to sleep to the sound, unconcerned and unafraid.  Unbothered over the realization that it will be even longer before I can begin clearing away all of the leaves around my house and yard.

At two in the morning I was pulled from sleep by a sound I thought I heard, but was unsure. Waiting a moment, I heard it again. Molly was barking. Molly was afraid, but of what? Making my way across the house with Bella tagging along beside me I turned on the light and looked at Molly who was very glad to see us. Bella strolled into the room and made herself at home. Molly appeared okay with Bella’s presence so I turned off the light and headed back to bed.

Just as I drifted back into sleep, I heard Molly’s bark once again. Dragging myself out from under warm covers I crossed the house, turned on the light and watched Molly come out from under my desk. Why? Then I heard what had frightened her. Far off in the distance I heard the distinct rumble of thunder. Entering the room I sat down and waited. Over the next thirty minutes I would hear the sound of thunder off in the distance, never drawing closer. I had brought the computer back to life and scrolled mindlessly through social media. After a while, I no longer heard the thunder and Molly was calm. Shutting the computer back down I headed back to bed, Bella at my side. Molly curled up in her blankets on her bed.

Just as I was drifting back to sleep, Molly barked yet again. Shoving the cover aside I walked back to the doorway and looked at her. I was sleepy, I was annoyed, I was frustrated at Molly inconveniencing me yet again. Entering the room I opened the door to outside and Molly took off like a shot. Taking care of business she came tearing back into the house and her bed.  I closed the door and headed back, again, to my bed, it was after three in the morning. Molly didn’t wake me again.

I looked it up earlier.  Today is nationally get over it day.

I was annoyed because of Molly being afraid. I had to get up and cross the house. I lost an hour or so of sleep. What a horrible thing for me to have to deal with right?

While in Ukraine a war goes on. People are dying. People are trying to escape. Homes, schools, hospitals are being bombed. A video was making the rounds of an older gentleman driving a car and being run over by a tank. People, innocent civilians are taking shelter where ever they are able. And I..had to get out of my warm bed.

People have been sick. People have died. People have had family members die alone in hospitals where no one was allowed to be with them. Those in assisted living facilities, some with memory issues, kept apart from family. For their safety, but they could not understand why they had been abandoned. And I……had to get out of my warm bed.

There are those who lost jobs, whose job was cut back to the point where they wondered how they would pay bills. Wondered how they would eat. Even with the temporary laws preventing eviction for nonpayment of rent, people still feared and worried. Even with organizations giving food to those in need, the hunger was still very real. And I……had to get out of a warm bed.

Those who are homeless for what ever reason. Living as they are able, sleeping where they can. Giving in to exhaustion, falling asleep on a bench, in a tent, real or make do. Sheltering under bridges or an overpass. Trying to stay warm, trying to stay dry, trying to stay alive. And I……had to get out of a warm bed.

There are individuals, whether they are children or adult, no matter their gender, who are at risk. Risk of abuse, risk of human trafficking. Children in foster care, with inhuman humans who do not care. There are those who do not know what the next day, hour or minute will bring. They find an inner strength and will to survive that most could never understand. And I…..had to get out of a warm bed.

There are those who have no understanding of God, faith and prayers. I do not understand why a loving God, would allow the things going on around us. I do believe that believing, trusting, praying, will bring us comfort. I do believe, there is a purpose.  Daniel was thrown to the lions: Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego were thrown into a fiery furnace. All through the Bible are instances, recounts of what appeared bad, being used for Godly results.

Molly woke me, she was afraid. She trusted me, felt better with my presence. She was comforted and quiet in my presence. So I had to leave a warm bed for just over an hour. I really, honestly, need to get over myself.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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2 Responses to March Ninth; When All Is Said and Done

  1. Seems so simple, yet I can’t believe how often I need to “get over myself.” I certainly need an almighty God to help me and to hear I’m not alone. Thank you.

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