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Sunday, December 9, 2018

Maybe...

...maybe there ain't no better that's coming.  maybe it's like Tony in West Side Story, knowing that change was coming, hoping it was something like Maria and a good life, but in reality it was his own murdering of Benito and his subsequent murder in the arms of the woman he loved. 

no, that's not the tone for this Sunday.  it's just how i feel when i read the news anymore. 

a man kidnapped, raped and murdered a 13 year old girl in North Carolina, and he has been caught, and he is of a criminal nature, and he is black and i read stuff like this and realize we are undermined by our own cancerous cells that grow and proliferate of their own volition.  i don't believe any race is any better, nor any worse, but once upon a time i was raised to believe the future of my people was bright, and now i see we are the stealers of our own light, and that makes me sad.

lighter note. 

it's sunday now.  Friday i made it to counseling, YAY!  friday, i finished the work week strong, didn't take short cuts, got everyone home safe.  it was a long day.  i thought about Joshua on the job where i work, and hope that things work out for him.  i think it will.  he drives well enough and is personable and kind to  others.  it will serve him well working with the developmentally disabled. 

saturday, i did a lot of nothing, except clean my kitchen and make split pea soup experimentally.  ate food, watched television, and rested.  i did pray, did read scripture, did take medicine.  even the Lasix, which i hadn't been taking, and i pissed all day, pissed the day away, you might say.

today is sunday.  i have the one o'clock meeting.  i'm going to see Nancy afterward, sit a spell with her.  my dad is in the hospital, hopefully he'll be out today. gonna wash and dry a load of clothes somewhere.  going to get ready for work tomorrow.

gonna finish reading the news.  have to know.  have to know.

but it is very depressing, and it makes me sad.  not just the brothers being killed and the brothers killing each other. the world state, the condition of man in his decline.  it's all scriptural, all biblical, and all real.  but it is depressing. 

regardless, i am grateful to Jehovah, as this is not His doing but ours, and i am thankful that i have a choice and am capable of making the right one more often than i used to. 

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