PRISONER IN MY OWN HOUSE

Nearing the end of another week in La La Land. It seems time is flying by so quickly since this whole pandemic reared its ugly head. I’m beginning to realize what it’s like to be a prisoner. The stories of those incarcerated for no apparent reason comes to mind. I, for one, have receded into world of old movies on TV.

In 1965, Gregory Peck appeared in one called, “Mirage.” I love Gregory Peck and don’t believe I’ve ever seen this particular flick. It’s the story of a man who has been duped into believing that two years of his life have disappeared. There are the good guys who find his story unbelievable, but will help him for a buck. There are the villains who continue to perpetuate the lie. There is Gregory, with his furrowed brow and rugged good looks, who is being played like a pawn in a chess game.

Gregory’s character was both the hero and victim. He wasn’t in jail, but his mind had been captured by the greed of the dishonorable folks who were trying to retrieve a formula which would make them rich. In the end, good conquers evil and there is a happy ending. It could’ve been like a Shakespeare play and everyone dies in the end, but in the sixties, movies rarely ended in tragedy.

In my effort to escape, it made me realize that we’re all in a sort of prison right now. We can believe the conspiracy theorists and think this disease is politically motivated. We can feel like sheep being led to the slaughter. We can wallow in our depression or even become suicidal. The world continues to revolve and life goes on. All the fears and concerns that used to bother us have been magnified. Feelings of paranoia can occur. If we feed into all the outside noise, it can turn us into zombies.

My suggestion for how to deal with this will seem pointless to some. I’ve turned to old movies for escape which is only a temporary fix. Besides who wants to hear advice from an old woman? There really is no pat answer. Everyone will find their own refuge. One thing is certain. Life goes on. Even though our problems don’t disappear, but seem to grow larger, we have hope.

” Behold, the hour is coming, indeed it has come, when you will be scattered, each to his own home, and will leave me alone. Yet I am not alone, for the Father is with me. I have said these things to you, that in me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world.” John 16:32-33

About atimetoshare.me

As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on Amazon.com.
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7 Responses to PRISONER IN MY OWN HOUSE

  1. I don’t know how you do it. You take my thoughts and feelings and turn them into a blog post that is far superior to anything I could have written. ❤❤

    PS: I have been trying to remember the last time I went anywhere beyond our mailbox in the front yard and the dumpster in back. Help! I’m being held hostage by covid-19!

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    • atimetoshare.me says:

      Thank you so very much for your sweet words. This whole thing has everyone going a little crazy. Maybe we need to look at it as a time out from the world.

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  2. There’s a lot of wisdom hiding in old movies, and in old ladies, too! If I lived nearby, I’d spray myself down with Lysol and pop over just to visit with you. We really need one another, it sets us free from prisons of all sorts.

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  3. Kathy, your words and feelings are shared by many, many of us. The hardest part for me is having no clue when my isolated life will be over and free.

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