It's a group I never wanted to Join, the walker bunch. I'm used to zipping around and Chasing after things, like Chickens. I always felt pity for the folks Who needed to poke along Pushing a walker. But now I'm one of them. And it's humbling. But I've come to appreciate my Pushmobile. I've learned that when I grasp the Lower bars, I can maneuver myself Directly over the toilet seat. (I know. Too much information. ) And I can carry items in a bag I've attached to the front. Without my walker, I'd need more Help getting around the house, and Poor Danny already has enough work to Care for me. I wish I'd been more careful so I Could walk freely without help. But I'm thankful for my trusty Aide that enables me to walk at all. And now I will view my fellow walker Buddies with more patience, grace and Understanding. |
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In the facility where he lives, he has
Been quarantined for weeks. He can no longer walk in the hallways Because Covid is stalking there. Three more cases were reported this Week. For 30 minutes each day he walks in His room, making lots and lots of Turns, sometimes walking backwards and Sometimes sideways. He eats his meals in his personal space as Well. Meanwhile, the man's wife is confined on Another floor. "I get bored," he said, "and watch lots of T.V. I wonder whether the virus will Ever really end." The resident makes the best of a bad Situation. He is an example to me of perseverance and Adaptability. He inspires me. When I complain about the few activities that I have needed to curtail, I pray for my Brother and his wife and realize how Fortunate I am. Sometimes I get impatient.
Since my friend doesn't have a Car I take her with me to get Groceries. But she's a slow shopper. And then I wait longer while she gets Her sandwich at the store restaurant. Often the same clerk is at the counter and I recognize him now. Today he was alone without a Customer. I greeted him and asked his name. I couldn't pronounce it, so he wrote it Down for me. I asked him about the string bracelet he Was wearing. "It's a religious one," he said, a religion Foreign to me. "I have one too." And I help up my wrist. He was intrigued. "Would you like to have it?" "Yes." He listened intently as I explained the Gospel with the beads. Another seed planted. A morning prayer answered. As I sit here at a cafe table and write this Poem I am still waiting for my Friend, grateful that it is taking her so Long to shop. The question was in my Bible study
Notebook: "Do you tend to be patient or Impatient?" I don't need to guess. I didn't pass the test. My internet is down and I want it Fixed right now. I searched my files until I found my
Birth certificate and marriage licenses. I had been warned that I needed the Documents to receive my compliant Drivers license. When I arrived at the BMV I checked in on The touch screen, sat down on a White metal chair and waited, and Waited, and waited, thankful that I had Tucked a book in my bag. When my number was called, I confidently Produced my papers. "Where is your social security card?" the Clerk asked. I was certain that it was in my wallet. It wasn't. Lamely, I retrieved my materials, and as I walked out I saw that the waiting room Was packed. I would need to return another day. I should have guessed that after writing a Poem about waiting and patience that I Would be tested. It's annoying to wait.
I was on time, but the doctor was Running late. My friend longs for a baby, but each Month she is disappointed. Another gal waits for the outcome of her Biopsy. In our hurry up world we want results now. How do I tolerate waiting? I expect it. Waiting will always be part of my Daily life. I wait with patience. God's timing is not mine. I wait with hope. As Jack always said, "The best is Yet ahead." I'm not idle. I continue to do good knowing that Waiting is not time wasted but God's way of Helping me grow my roots deep in Him. "Be still before the Lord and wait patiently for Him." Psalm 37:7 "Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up." Galatians 6:9 |
Dorothy Kalb Hsu Seitzinger
Writing poetry has helped me process and express my sorrows and joys, my concerns and blessings. "Life is hard, but God is good!" Archives
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