Many years ago, during the summer before my junior year in High School I was invited by my best friend to go on vacation with her family to Canada. I was over the moon excited. I never was even allowed to have a friend spend the night and rarely got to go somewhere so this was SO special and exciting to me. That was also the August that my sister was leaving for college. I was happy for her, our life had not been easy, and I was glad she was able to have a new life away from our current situation but it would be hard to see her go.
The night before my trip to Canada I got a sore throat. I didn't want to say anything because I wanted to go so bad. I hoped it would just go away but as the night wore on I couldn't swallow at all. My mom woke me at 4:30am. I couldn't speak. I was very sick. She called my friend's family and told them I couldn't go. I WAS BROKENHEARTED!
I went to the doctor (one of three times I had ever gone) and they gave me huge penicillin pills. A few days later my sister left for college. Life would have a new normal. Just my mom and I.
I have to tell you that these events were very difficult for me. I lost 20 pounds within a month or so as my junior year started and life marched along. I look at this now and remember those times. They were hard and they seemed unfair. Why was life so hard? Shouldn't I be able to have something good happen?
Yesterday this all came flashing back to me as we made the tough decision to postpone my daughter's bridal shower. She was coming from another state. I was so excited to see her. I had gifts with beautiful wrap. My friend was hosting the event at her lovely home, we bought special serving dishes and there would have been a woodland theme. I admit I cried a bit yesterday. It seemed so unfair. Yet I also understand that a world epidemic needed special precautions. SO although I did awake this morning with a few more tears, I was reminded that this too would pass and life would still have joy.
God is still on the throne. I still have loved ones. I will still get to see my daughter get married in a couple months. Many people have lost loved ones to this virus. My problems seem trivial to that. One of my other daughters had gotten special little outfits for her girls for St. Patricks Day. Cute little green outfits. She was disappointed to not be able to leave her house to take them on an outing. Is this wrong? Of course not. God grants us joy in even the smallest detail. These fun things are special and that's okay.
Dear reader, are you discouraged today? Are you missing out on a special event like your senior son not playing in a championship game for a scholarship or maybe you had a special concert cancelled or travel plans you'd planned for two years? It's okay to feel sad. Just remember a few months from now we will have made it through this quarantine. And once again we can plan special things.
Right now take this special time to help a neighbor or older friend, extra cleaning time, more time in prayer, an art project, make a quilt. Do you have little kids at home? Time to get out the sidewalk chalk, get them outside, paint, show them how to bake a special dessert, have them write to their grandparents. I am catching up on some writing. I may even write my next book that I have outlined in my head.
The important thing is not to let this pull us under. Being a melancholy person by nature I can let that easily happen. This too shall pass dear one.
"For the mountains may be removed and the hills may shake, but my lovingkindness shall not be removed from you. And my covenant of Peace will not be shaken, Says the Lord who has compassion on you." Isaiah 54:10
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