The wind is fierce this morning, shaking the windows in their frames. We found our trash cans next door, smashing against the neighbor’s basement windows. I awoke to the cries of a child from the room next door, “Mommy, Mommy!” We huddled on the couch in blankets searching for a favorite cartoon. The wind kept on blowing and the news alerts on my phone kept buzzing. It is not a weather warning, but the confirmation that healthcare is gutted and trade deals withdrawn. The wind howls on. We huddle on the couch. I feel numbed by the chatter of characters on the screen. Sleep falls over my eyes and then I hear her whisper, “Mommy I’m scared.”
Nope, not going back to sleep.
I take the small hand in mine. “We’re going outside.”
As the door flies open and the wind howls, I hear my small child once more. This time—
She is shrieking with delight.
Give me the courage to walk into the wind. And in the swirling madness to remember the joy of doing what is right, the exhilaration of courage exercised. And mercy, beloved, don’t let me go back to sleep.