As we are in the throws of a pandemic, “normal” life has come to a screaching halt. For the most part outside of the whole “virus trying to kill us all”, I’ve not minded the slow down. It has felt like a reset button for me, though if I was honest the “reset” started long before the pandemic. Last October, an office transfer for my husband, led to a an uprooting from the house and neighborhood we loved and called home for the last 14 years. We only moved about 30 miles from where we were, not far by most standards, but just far enough to mean life would change.
There is so much good in this season of life, but it has also been marked by a lot of loss. Some small, some big, and some that are still hard for me to wrap my brain around. There are days that feel really normal, but lately there are many days where the grief overwhelms me and the weight of it literally takes my breath away. I am giving myself permission to feel, and grace to cry when it’s needed, but I’m also committed to looking for hope. To find the places where I see God’s graces to me, reminding me that this is season. He is still here in the midst of it all. My losses are not lost on Him. He remains my hope and my peace in the pandemic and in the storms of life.