The strangeness of days
Things are kind of a mess right now. Pandemic numbers are a daily roller coaster. Hate has taken center stage amid racial tension, rioting, destruction, and a push for what might as well be anarchy. America is as broken as I've ever seen her before, and I fear much of it can be attributed to the polarity of our political parties.
"There is nothing which I dread so much as a division of the republic into two great parties, each arranged under its leader, and concerting measures in opposition to each other. This, in my humble apprehension, is to be dreaded as the greatest political evil under our Constitution." -John Adams
It is sad and depressing, and if I wasn't so utterly convinced that God is still in control, I'd feel rather hopeless.
We're praying for our front-line friends, for our leaders, for revival, and trying to maybe ignore it a bit, for sanity's sake. Our days are this new kind of normal, though there's really nothing normal about them. The lack of anything big and exciting to look forward to can leave a hole in your spirit, if you let it. The monotony can be exhausting.
But there are really good days. On a surprise day off, touring every gun store in the Burg and a slow walk around Hobby Lobby. Boat-riding and swimming with Giga and Poppop, watching our giant baby boys at their silliest in the water. Outrunning a popup storm during an outdoor Father's Day meal with Nana and Granddad. Finally finally! cheering for Aden at socially-distant baseball practice. Yay sports!
Yesterday evening we had a spontaneous family water balloon fight. Followed by some trampoline-jumping and a backyard golf lesson for Mama. Then porch-sitting, waiting for darkness to fall and fireflies to start lighting up the night. Something moved in the grass, and we found the largest turtle I've ever seen in the wild, probably a foot long.
So we're still here. Quarantining, for better and worse. No clue what the future holds, even the immediate future. Will we go on vacation? Will I need to homeschool the boys? Will there be a basketball season? Will our jobs stay secure? Will we ever see the old normal again? Will our nation survive this?
All we can do, the best we can do, is trust the Lord to guide and protect. To love God and love people. To shine light and count blessings in these strangest of days. To stand firm and keep our eyes on Jesus.
"There is nothing which I dread so much as a division of the republic into two great parties, each arranged under its leader, and concerting measures in opposition to each other. This, in my humble apprehension, is to be dreaded as the greatest political evil under our Constitution." -John Adams
It is sad and depressing, and if I wasn't so utterly convinced that God is still in control, I'd feel rather hopeless.
We're praying for our front-line friends, for our leaders, for revival, and trying to maybe ignore it a bit, for sanity's sake. Our days are this new kind of normal, though there's really nothing normal about them. The lack of anything big and exciting to look forward to can leave a hole in your spirit, if you let it. The monotony can be exhausting.
But there are really good days. On a surprise day off, touring every gun store in the Burg and a slow walk around Hobby Lobby. Boat-riding and swimming with Giga and Poppop, watching our giant baby boys at their silliest in the water. Outrunning a popup storm during an outdoor Father's Day meal with Nana and Granddad. Finally finally! cheering for Aden at socially-distant baseball practice. Yay sports!
Yesterday evening we had a spontaneous family water balloon fight. Followed by some trampoline-jumping and a backyard golf lesson for Mama. Then porch-sitting, waiting for darkness to fall and fireflies to start lighting up the night. Something moved in the grass, and we found the largest turtle I've ever seen in the wild, probably a foot long.
So we're still here. Quarantining, for better and worse. No clue what the future holds, even the immediate future. Will we go on vacation? Will I need to homeschool the boys? Will there be a basketball season? Will our jobs stay secure? Will we ever see the old normal again? Will our nation survive this?
All we can do, the best we can do, is trust the Lord to guide and protect. To love God and love people. To shine light and count blessings in these strangest of days. To stand firm and keep our eyes on Jesus.
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