(First, a quick note – A flare has come out of nowhere caused by. . . the weather? some seasonal allergen? my failure to offer sacrifice to the god of marshmallows? that I wore red underpants instead of black on Saturday? . . . there’s really no predicting or rhyme or reason sometimes in this spoonie life.
In this case, I haven’t had any diet or medication changes or anything else obvious that would make me expect a flare – but I suddenly am pretty sick and am having some serious fatigue and GI insanity – with the food issues returning with a vengeance.
I’ll be okay – but my sleep schedule is a bit wonky – so we are having Day 6 and Day 7 of Lent in the middle of the night between the two – as I slept through much of the actual Day 6.)
Since my last post, it has been reported that our country has now heartbreakingly lost 500,000 lives to COVID-19.
This is just devastating.
First, we grieve and offer our love and prayers to the many families affected by these losses. I don’t think anyone has emerged unscathed.
As Romans 12:15 says, we weep with those who weep.
We also look to Psalm 56:8, a beautiful reminder that we are seen by God in our pain and our suffering.
There are no right words for all of this loss and pain, nothing to take this away.
But we acknowledge the suffering and grief. And we know that no one is alone in it.
This collective loss has found its way to nearly every door.
We don’t pretend to understand the how and why this has happened.
We all have felt – and continue to feel – the awfulness and the fear.
A non-living, invisible speck has reigned sheer hell.
We remember how frail we are.
Dust you are and to dust you shall return.
During this Lenten season, we mourn and remember together.
We cling to our faith and each other.
And we trust Him for healing days ahead.
Be well, everybody. Take care of yourselves and each other.
Grace and Blessings.