Hope and Prayers

I now live in an area that is sparsely populated, especially in the Winter.  Here, on New Year's Eve, I look out over my neighborhood at night, most of the houses dark and empty, the rest lit but indicative of little activity.   This is the last day of 2020, easily the roughest year in memory.  One can sense the anticipation, as if we are actually getting rid of something with the passing of an otherwise random day.  The pandemic, the isolation, the divisive and frankly childish politics, the uncertainty and fear.  I am aware that we are probably not getting rid of anything, at least not today or tomorrow.

Yes, in a couple of weeks we will have a new president, and new political dramas.  One would hope that in a short time we will have COVID under control, and will experience a resurgent economy to boot.  But I am also aware that the future, now as always, is unknown.  We have no idea what is ahead, just as we had no idea this time last year what 2020 would be like.

We can hope and pray.  In fact, as far as predicting and/or controlling the future, that is about all we can do.  But speaking of hope, I am hopeful that we can can be flexible, adaptive, and optimistic even if we face dire outcomes.  The truth is we never know what lies ahead.  But we can always adapt and live into whatever we are given.  Perhaps it will be a golden year.  Who knows?  Either way, we can make the most of it.

​Peace on Earth...