Just some thoughts; not a sermon.
I recall hearing or reading a long time ago that if it was possible to "trade troubles" with others we viewed as more fortunate and if we were to all get together and toss our terrible problems into one big pile, once we saw the heartaches and tragedies and hardships others were dealing with we'd likely be happy to quietly reclaim our "terrible problem" and go home.
This struck me this morning as I was doing some yard work on a beautiful spring day and wincing a little as my rheumatoid arthritis stabbed my joints now and then. And, because I'm strange, I guess, before my self pity could get a firm hold on what passes for my mind, I thought of all the husbands and wives, mothers and fathers, children and friends who within this past year, sat at home glued to a small flickering screen while they shared the last moments of someone they could not imagine living without;someone they loved and someone they knew loved them. Or, maybe worse,---I don't know---just getting "the phone call" from an exhausted nurse whose voice cracked with shared grief as she said "I'm so sorry----__________ has passed."
My heart aches for these poor desperate folks. I don't even want to try to imagine their suffering.
And, I have RA and yard work to do.
Damn, folks! I am so blessed!
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because of circumstances, my life has changed very little because of Covid and I know no-one personally that has suffered from Covid. But I cry every time the talk turns to those who have died alone or of someone missing a friend or family member...
the days are longer and the sun is sunnier... I hope for a soon to be better future for all of us 
