I am not accustomed to staying at home; people describe me
as busy. Now there is nowhere to
go. Aside from a daily walk, weather
permitting, we are mostly at home.
We turn on the radio when we wake up in the morning and
listen to the news. It is all about the
coronavirus. While this important, after
a while it is too much and we turn it off.
It is quiet.
I am learning to appreciate the stillness of the
morning. I look out the window onto our
street and there is no activity except for an occasional walker. My husband is in another room. I am alone with my thoughts.
Slowly I am beginning to adjust to this lack of activity,
this stillness. What can I learn from
it? I see an opportunity for
growth. Nothing is pulling me out of my
seat, urging me to get going. I can just
sit without guilt—thinking, contemplating, praying.
During my devotional time I read and I pray. I pour out my concerns and then move to
silence, listening. In that space I try
to be open to God. I don’t believe that
God will magically fix everything for us.
I look for connection—for comfort, wisdom, and courage. I am aware of my oneness with people all over
the world. We struggle together in this
pandemic. Today I think about all of the
people packed together in refugee camps and the tears come.
As I look out my window, the sun peeks out through the
clouds. I will sit in stillness a bit
longer, and then perhaps I’ll put on some music, another gift.
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