I was out walking the dogs when I had a shocking thought that I was almost scared to admit to myself. In fact, I tried to dismiss it, but no matter which way I turned, I came back to the same shocking truth.
I don’t want to go back to the way things were before.
Of course, it goes without saying that I hate what the pandemic has done to the world and my heart hurts when I think of the fear and sickness and loss. I hate the ripple effect on the economy and the small businesses that are struggling; and I feel emptiness at not being able to reach out and touch the people I love.
But, as I feel the warmth of the sun kissing my skin, and embrace the uncommon peace in my spirit, I know that I can’t ignore the good that has come from this time. That even as I mourn all of the loss, there is room to also acknowledge the gain.
I can’t remember the last time I had space to hear my thoughts, let alone hear from God in a way that is so clear and free. I relish the new sound of nothing mixed with everything . . . of peace and possibilities. The sound of a blank canvas waiting to be filled, of different choices yet to be made, and of dreams left to be realized.
So I ask you to consider these questions:
There are lots of things we can’t control about the world and what comes next. But, please remember, there’s also so much we can.