I confess – I thought I would have written my last Corona Chronicle by now and would be back to writing about those everyday miracles amid the mundane. I miss the mundane, those days when every moment wasn’t a national crisis. Those days when my focus was on family and friends and faith and creating and building up and missions and making the world a better place – well that’s where my focus remains but it seems more difficult to stay focused on those things when the environment in which we currently live is now filled with fear, requiring a survival mode mentality, if I allow current events to dictate my perspective.
And let’s face it, we can’t escape what has been going on around us, COVID-19 and the riots both impact our daily lives in ways we may not even be aware of right now, but from the perspective of hindsight, we may eventually come to understand. I think we are all going to have PTSD when this is over. We have grown used to living in crisis mode with disaster looming around every corner.
Things once taken for granted, like sports, are no longer available to us as a diversion, a temporary escape and brief respite from reality when we most need them. Other diversions such as plays, concerts, movies, fairs, theme parks, zoos, museums etc have also been closed to us during this time or are limited in their availability as they attempt to reopen.
Maybe we will all have more empathy for and understanding of our veterans and what they experience when they return home from wherever they have been serving our country. We may not realize the constant stress we are under until it is removed. Right now the threat of COVID-19 dictates every decision, permeates every personal experience (or lack thereof, as in person experience has been replaced by online experience) and hovers continuously over our heads as we go about our days.
There is no escape from COVID. We are constantly reminded of this ever present danger by news updating new cases, events continuing to be cancelled, restrictions ramped up, and masks everywhere we look, making it impossible to forget that we are at risk every time we leave home and even at home because we bring things from the outside (such as food) into our home.
This is a war, as has been said before by many fighting this virus on the front lines. I am definitely experiencing combat fatigue. These words from 2 Corinthians 4:8-10, even though written two thousand years ago, describe my feelings today.
“We are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body.”
That says it all, doesn’t it? The life and death struggle that plays out before us every day and also plays out within us, within our very bodies. It is good for me to remember again today that I am not crushed, I am not despairing, I am not abandoned, I am not destroyed (even when I am down).
For me, I take particular consolation in the truth that I am not abandoned, I am not alone. “Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me. You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil; my cup overflows.” (Psalm 23:4-5)
This truth is too wonderful for words. I don’t have to be afraid, I will fear no evil, that “no evil” includes riots and COVID and anything else this world will come up with. My Heavenly Father is with me, His presence comforts me, provides for me (He prepares a table for me) and protects me from my enemies. Even in this time when I am hard pressed on every side, my cup overflows.
so again today, I will say, “This is the day the Lord has made; let us (me) rejoice and be glad in it.” (Psalm 118:24)
sincerely, Grace Day