
I don’t know about the rest of you, but Ground Hog Day has become the norm for the past year. You wake up, same time every day, go to the bathroom mirror and see the same face, brush the same teeth that have been sitting in the same cup every night prior – and wonder what would have happened had you not gotten out of bed. Before you even open your eyes, you know that you have been given another day to live and experience.
We are in a Ground Hog rut. It started when the pandemic hit. Each day has been running into the next and eventually we have an interesting result – the same crumby day, over and over and over again. We try desperately to add something new to the mix, but it doesn’t change things. We try to get our creative juices flowing, but we still see our shadows and there will be at least six more weeks of isolation – again and again and again.
I never placed much stock in the groundhog. They make an appearance in our neighborhood occasionally, but they’re just another critter, hoping for spring to bring its glow and promise of a brand new day. Still, like that furry little fuzz ball, not much changes, so we go back into the routine which has become almost oppressive lately. Like hamsters on a wheel, we keep plugging away and get nowhere.
Some days hold more promise than others. We see a glimmer of hope at the end of the tunnel. We look forward to witnessing the sunrise in all its glory. We pray for social interaction. We find communication electronically is nothing like face to face connection. Words are misinterpreted. Thoughts are unknown. The voice isn’t enough. Yikes, I think I may be depressed!
There is hope, in spite of all the yuck around us. If I didn’t have that knowledge, I’d be doomed for a life in the pits. God is my hope for tomorrow. He has planned all of my days and knows what will become of me in the scheme of things. I know His plans are perfect and I have to trust that He knows what He’s doing. It’s hard to turn this over to God, but He tells us to do so. He offers His back to carry our burdens. He extends His hand to lead us through all of them. He has provided us with the hope of an amazing future in eternity.
BE STILL AND KNOW THAT HE IS GOD!
The best cure for groundhog day is a can of mushroom soup and a crockpot, Kathy. 🙂
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WHY MUSHROOM SOUP
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It tenderizes your meat and makes a good gravy.😊
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You’re right of course.
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Do we end up becoming better, more compassionate people in the end, like Bill Murray did? Let’s hope so.
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Yes indeed. I hope so too.
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This post makes so much sense to me Kathy….(other than the part about the teeth as mine are not in a cup yet). It does really feel kind of like hamsters on a wheel and we are not even shut down around here.
I think hearing about the virus 24/7 has just worn me down and I reached the point long ago where I just don’t listen to the news. I figure if there is something huge I really need to know…someone will call and tell me. Not sure if that is sticking my head in the sand but it sure helps the attitude :).
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It’s pretty hard to stay away from the news. Ever time I open my laptop there’s a news story staring back at me. I do try to avoid it as much as possible though.
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I saw that movie last night. It’s a good one. Your post reminds me of one of my favorite verses: “I would have lost heart, unless I had believed That I would see the goodness of the LORD In the land of the living.” Psalms 27:13
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Perfect🥰
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