Isolation

We are approaching one year of the Covid-19 era. In many ways it is hard to believe it's been only a year. Then it strikes me, one year is short. One year is over in a heartbeat. One year is a quarter of high school. One year is a quarter of college, at least for most folks. One year is less time than it takes for the newly conceived baby to be welcomed by the loving arms of parents. This weekend, we have had to quarantine. The isolation has been hard for our family. Hard to navigate simply actions like hugs, kisses, meals together. The mental toll of isolation is also difficult. When we think about the way that God has wired us for community and relationship, we quickly see that isolation is not part of God's design, at least not prolonged isolation. As a family, we have learned the sacredness of togetherness. As believers, we were reminded of the beauty of belonging to a church family who prays for us, loves us, calls, texts, and emails us, and who offers to do anything they can for us. In spite, of isolation, the Lord has blessed us, for this we are thankful.