In my last blog post (Lost My Mo-Jo?), I sort of left you hanging on the edge, lacking a grand “the end”. As I get my writing mo-jo back from taking the extended summer off, let me warn you. This may take more than one or two posts to catch you up on things.
I won’t burden you with the chronological moment-by-moment play-by-play. Instead, I’d like to highlight the Ureka(!) times that God suddenly showed Himself to hubs and me. First, a little preliminary groundwork.
We know God is always working, even when we don’t see evidence of it. Quite frankly, signs were slim to none in my circumstances until earlier this year.
In the midst of Covid, I wasn’t as disappointed with life as before – opposite from most people. I know! Oddly, Covid somewhat gave me a sense of community again.
While you possibly felt you’d lost yours, our quarantine situation gave me a community feeling of sorts. Everyone else suddenly lived the life I’d lived for 28 months due to illness. Seclusion. Separation. Limits on even the ordinary.
Little personal, face-to-face contact with others (except hubs, of course). Straightaway from the onset of Covid, I could relate to my new national community.
Behold, how good and pleasant it is when brothers dwell in unity! (Psalm 133:1)
During the summer of 2019, I wondered if God would EVER say yes to me again, for all I’d seen was no after no for a very long time. A longing deep inside me screamed for community, to be included and invited into activities, into life — not just occasionally but regularly, day-to-day. Simply, to feel included in community again.
Pre-illness, I volunteered to join in on things at church, to help, to serve.
That was before. With new physical limitations, I struggled to find a place to serve, a group, whatever. Something. Anything.
What now, Lord?
Our recent season of living in seclusion wasn’t new to me. It was my life – and had been somewhat for years but was more pronounced after the onset of illness.
- Kids now grown and gone
- Miles away from friends, farther from family
- No neighborhood of activity around me
- Extremely rare surprise visitors at our doorstep (something I loved about living in our old neighborhood).
There was nothing lacking in friends and church family here. When ill health came, they supported and prayed – and still do. Living at this distance out (from our small town) was a huge issue. I felt disjointed, separated, secluded . . . quarantined(!) – a location issue along with the physical.
Does this make sense to you at all? Yes, I longed to be a part of something, but God didn’t seem to be in it.
As others lamented over their new COVID19 life, I understood. They (and perhaps you) were subsequently very much like me, their (your) life like mine. All Americans can relate to my situation – because now we all have experienced those ensuing emotions. Our need for people
For a people-oriented girl, a large void gaped open, mostly. There were a few who came alongside me, and I thank them deeply . (I thanked the Lord regularly for them!) As time crept by during coronavirus quarantine, I noticed many who found themselves stuck in a season of lament.Behold, how good and pleasant it is when brothers dwell in unity! (Psalm 133:1) Click To Tweet
Just before Covid quarantine started, I made some changes. God has blessed me (and hubs) with a beautiful setting in the country where we soak in breath-taking sunrises and sunsets. I intentionally started basking (and worshiping) in those early and late times of day as I had done all the years before – prior to my extensive season in seclusion.
With the Lord’s help, it occurred to me that I needed to divert my eyes to other things (blessings) when life isn’t exactly as I desire. (I’m a little slow, I know, but God eventually gets through.)
You open your hand; you satisfy the desire of every living thing. (Psalm 145:16)
Seasons of lament come and go, and we need to make a change when we’re stuck, as did I. Rather than spend our days in self-pity, sorrow over “what was”, and grief, we need to pause and appreciate our surroundings every day. And look up! Nothing satisfies like the Lord.
Stay tuned for the Urekas, y’all. They are next! 🙂
Because He lives~