Pandemic

I woke on New Year’s Day and the sound of a humming dishwasher was a reminder… 2020 is going to be a good one…. Let us fast track… 

Two weeks later I visited my father in ICU…. 

In February we nearly lost our son. 

In March we entered full forced lock-down as Covid hit our shores… 

My house was revamped into a school. 

The back yard our gym…. 

My father dried out… or so we thought ..

My father-in-law was attacked in his house …. 

We had six months with no additional income …

My mother had a major operation with serious complications….. 

My sister-in-law was pregnant working in a state hospital mid pandemic.

My mother-in-law was diagnosed with cancer. 

So, my fingers is resting on the keypad…. Why am I here in a very old BlogSpot? 

I am here because…I need to sort out my friend ANXIETY. I need to write to find sense of this chaos 

Because I somehow expect…this is the birth pains of a big move.

Isaiah 57:15 For this is what the high and exalted One says— he who lives forever, whose name is holy: “I live in a high and holy place, but also with the one who is contrite and lowly in spirit, to revive the spirit of the lowly and to revive the heart of the contrite.