Updated: Mar 15
I opened the email and scanned the bold lines, searching for the school's update. I don't have time to read many emails--in fact, I only read a handful each week. I'm not a jerkface, I'm just choosey because life--and yes, I also choose JIF. #punnymom
You can add Walmart's savings emails to the list of emails I don't click, and why I'm still subscribed is beyond me since I am queen of unsubscribing, to save my sanity.
However, I am still receiving them.
Their most recent email stopped me in my tracks.
Mainly the part about helping people when it comes to time off/pay.
I could feel compassion through the words of ideas.
Someone somewhere is trying to lead well. They are coming up with ways to move forward. They are circulating hope via hands and feet method, Kudos for employers who are taking action.
I thought about how new ideas by companies might create fresh, amazing opportunities to work and learn in ways that previously have felt unorthodox, or too difficult to fathom on a widespread scale.
I thought about recent conversations with my husband over the gig economy and the younger generation's desire to work remotely so they can have their lives back--because many of us have experienced extreme burnout and forget why we're actually doing what we do while we watch the floor beneath us crumble.
When I read the email, I thought about all the teams coming together--teams we don't always see--who aren't just thinking of some bottom line (we're not here for business talk, ha) but are genuinely thinking of how they can help out during this crisis.
This email from a large chain struck a chord within me.
I felt creative hope from a place I hadn't expected to receive it from.
It got me thinking about an author friend's husband who is working diligently to keep items in stock, truck drivers delivering goods as timely as they legally can--my husband drove, so I understand the pressures there.
I thought about the nurses and doctors who keep showing up to serve, like the ones who saw my own girls recently. Who wore smiles and confidence and made my little girl laugh.
I thought about how in hard times, we can come together in new ways and though I am not sure what all those ways look like, I've personally been touched by online communities of faith.
They exist. We exist.
If you need to get hooked up, hit me up.
I thought about teachers working tirelessly to ensure elearning or other methods are in place for children.
I thought about how opportunities to share and encourage will blossom because in hard times we are reminded of what really matters.
I thought about all the wise soul refreshers in the world, refusing to compare pain, but sitting with those within their reach in the midst of it, fully, wholly.
I thought about the closeness of humanity, how we pull together in times where we feel shaken; how we draw close to the truth that we are not fully in control, and how we naturally pray, whether we might admit it or not--and how beautiful it is to do so.
I thought about Alia's words the other day...
Scarcity & fear often reveals the wickedness in our hearts. How we put our needs first. How we cling to our safety & comfort. We foolishly think we control our tiny kingdoms. The church has an opportunity to be a witness to a watching world by believing in a God of abundance.
And that belief drives us to love sacrificially. To hold loosely and give generously. To deny ourselves and pick up our cross. To think of the least of these. To love our neighbor as ourselves. To be prayerful, relenting to the Holy Spirit. What an opportunity to believe God.
As we live our days, let's remember the cries of the fearful are as important as bold prayers and declarations.
None of us is better than another.
We are family, and we are in this together.
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Walmart's Coronavirus Plan of Action Email
(in case you still cared, or ever did)
M. E. Weyerbacher is an artist, author, and dabbing mom of three. She writes on feely faith, creativity, and thorn-in-the-side struggles.
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