QUICK NOTE. At 7 this evening, Central Time, I’m premiering a short video that’s unlike any I’ve done before. Odd thoughts about writing, family, and a virus.
It’s more personal. It’s about writing, family, and the Corona virus.
Join me if you can spare a few minutes.
Thanks.
Steve, this is one of the most touching pieces you’ve ever made — bloopers and all.
Thanks Steve. These things are always risky. First, I have to worry that the family might not like what I’ve done or will feel uncomfortable with me referring to them. Then I have to worry about what everyone else will think.
I do worry about both of those. But I respect the inner nudging that tells me to push ahead and let happen whatever will happen.
I believe that nudging is how God’s Spirit often talks to us.
Thanks again, Steve. I have appreciated the encouragement, teaching, and help you’ve given me along the way. I’ll never forget the way you loaned me one of your camcorders when we were still strangers living in different states. I need more people like you in my life. God bless you, Steve, and everyone under your roof.
This is very heart felt and I feel the same way. First of all (I sound like Joe Biden), you look great with your beard, on the other hand I look like a rotund Elvis Presley bushy sideburned Grandpa Munster! I have been grieving for mom in a gloomy tunnel for one month. I can’t even find anyone to take her hospital bed! I found a new use for it – I sit and cry into the pillows which brings some relief. I have a realtor helping me to sell this home and find me a smaller one that I can afford. These are tough times. I long to sit and enjoy a good cup of coffee with my friends and if this thing is ever over — I want to hug anyone for at least 5 minutes and have a good cry.
Hi, Wayne.
Not everyone hibernates from this virus in equal comfort and security. Your pain is intensified by the death of your mom, whom you loved so much that I suspect by the time to get to this part in my sentence, tears are already forming in your eyes.
And there are other “risk factors,” I think a doc might call them, for your pain above pain.
Jesus, knowing his disciples were about to see him die, said this to them. And I could imagine your mom quoting him from heaven. Heck, she might be doing that through me. Who knows.
“For the moment, you’re feeling sad. But I’ll see you again. When that happens, your heart is going to do backflips for joy. No one will ever take that joy from you.” (John 16:22 Casual English Bible).
You are not alone. You never have been. It might look that way and feel that way from time to time because the Spirit is unseen, yet as real as the wind and more powerful than a hurricane.
When the Spirit breathes on us, in special moments of intimacy, we know the Spirit lives in us. We don’t understand how. But we experience the fact.
While you consider these things, think of someone you know who may be swimming in a depth of path near your level. Reach out. And maybe find some healing as a healer. It’s just a thought that came to mind.
Peace to you, Wayne.