(part 1 of 3)
For the first time in almost 2 years I am sitting in my favorite coffee shop, discerning which of my hasty scribbles has the potential to mean something to others in the world.
Many things are different, a mixed bag of change. I have my mask dutifully strapped to my ears, although my ears are pretty used to it. The baristas who knew my name are nowhere to be found, which is a little sad. The chickens that used to frequent this parking lot have been relocated (jury’s out for me on that one but I think I miss them too). I have a daughter where before I had only sons, and now you have an explanation for the long absence!
Things are different, but here I am! I hope these somewhat belated posts will encourage and challenge as we continue to walk out this long, global pandemic story together. I also hope to return to writing more regularly, because it is good for my soul and this has been a long year for my soul.
These first two pieces are glimpses into moments of abrupt change, the first two weeks of stay-at-home order in March 2020 and my most recent maternity leave. Next week I’ll post some of the ways I saw injustice more clearly through the lens of the pandemic.
The First Two Weeks
What is still important? It depends who you ask
New crayons and super-sharp pencils sent from a closed school
A new trimester, with less concerns for fever
Removing the stacks of things from every corner
Four healthy people, together 24/7
Songs of praise every morning
Fresh air however we can get it
Some days this space feels like putting myself on hold
My dreams, my joys, my gifts
But then I remember that this joyful new baby was just a dream a year ago
A painfully lost one not so long ago
Besides I cannot be on hold, since myself is all I have to offer
My presence and gifts for the good of all
Sometimes the Body of Christ is a crowd
Sometimes it is 5 in a house together, 9 in a pandemic pod
Either way I am here
Gifts and joys and dreams and all
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