Through eyes of an American.
Worried about tommrow. Yes, I am writing this on Sept 10th so it could actually mean I am worried about the 11th and what will happen. I am also worried about the future tommrows. The tommrows of this free nation. Will all our freedoms get taken away? Will we not be a free nation anymore? Will this nation never go back to "normal" like it was when our grandparents lived? Has this nation forgot about all the wars that were fought? All the lives that were given? Is History going to repeat it self because certain veterans are gone?
Worried about my freedom to worship. I know. God has gotten me this far in life. What if it comes to no more praying or worshipping a certain way? I pray for strength everyday. I live on prayer and worship songs. What's going to happen if I can't do that anymore? Then what about my servant's heart has a Christian? No missions. No giving away things for free. No Helping anyone because we are too scared to get out.
Through eyes of a Daughter.
Worried about my parents. All this strange technology and them trying to keep up even when I can't. Worried about my dad and his health while being in the hospital with sick people with COVID. Sad that he can't go to church or out much because of COVID. His immune system is weak. Having to get the shot just for him. Just so I can be around him. Then there is my mom that is stressing because she has to keep my dad safe through all of this. Driving him to appointments and waiting on him.
Through eyes of an Aunt.
Worried about my nephews and nieces. Some of them are young and don't understand the whole world just yet. When they finally do, is it a world I want them to understand? For my older ones, fighting everyday for their beliefs and because of their skin color. Trying to stay away from the bad things that are pushed on them but that they get caught up in anyways. They are so smart and know better because they have been taught better but for some reason that one weak moment got them. It is like if we let our shield down for a second it is there to jump on us.
Through eyes of a person getting married.
Wondering if I should change the date or not because who knows what the world will be like in a year. Will the chapel be open? Will I be able to get all the things I need or want? How do I handle certain things? Will all the family be able to come? Will we have to wear masks again? It is harder to be this kind of person in a time like this because you just never know what will happen. Everything is literally up in the air.
Through eyes of a Preschool Teacher.
Not having a class of my own is killing me. Always having low ratio. People quitting because of COVID. Not finding others to replace them. Parents not wanting kids to get sick so they're not sending them to school. Having to take the child's temp. Everytime they come in. Having to go get the kids up front because the parents can't come in to the classroom yet. Having to wear masks so the kids can't hear you so they don't know what to do. Having to teach over the computer so learning new things is hard for them. Coming up with lesson plans is even harder for teachers when we have to do that.
But guess what those aren't 6 real different people. They are all me and who makes me me. A lot is happening and it hits me every way and it is a lot sometimes. All these questions in my mind. I can't help but not cry because the weight is just to heavy to carry by myself. I just wish all this was over and done. I wish we didn't have to worry anymore.
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