It rained not too long ago. Now, the sun is making a valiant effort to shine and I hear the birds singing outside. Nothing too bad can happen if the birds are singing, right? Going through this quarantine is like learning how to find your balance. I used to be able to skateboard as a kid. There was this sweet spot when you are on your board and you can navigate and turn and have control. Then you forget and you have to relearn. There are days that I wake up and and I am flowing. There are days that I wake up and it would seem that I have forgotten how to find it.
It used to be that the quiet would bring sweetness and peace. I never know what the quiet will bring today. There are some days I avoid it. I never understood when people said before, "It is too quiet." I understand this now.
There are no Sunday outfits to wear tomorrow. I have decided on a brunch. This is the first holiday in quarantine. I'm thinking even now how to commemorate. It will be quiet again. We will attend the live stream of church. We will be thankful to God for dying on the cross. We will think of Him in this time and be happy. Again, it is quieter than I would like it and I like quiet. I wonder how some of my more extroverted friends are handling this. I hope you are doing well. I hope the quiet brings peace and not despair. I hope that you have good moments with family.
It was quiet that Saturday Jesus was in the tomb too. It was a day of mourning. It was a day of tears and remembering. They didn't know. They didn't know that on Sunday, Jesus would have risen from the dead. Not just for them, but for all of us as well.
Be hopeful, Friends. I will be hopeful too. Sunday is on its way.