Everyone is trying to figure out how to stay connected at this crazy time, how to maintain our place in people’s lives, how to keep serving, and how to contribute in a meaningful way. I have been bombarded online by advice, opinion, offers of connection, ways to maintain everything from my physical health to my financial health. It’s dizzying.
And it’s important. I get it! Stuart is working hard to find ways to keep our little church connected, too (hence my attempt at this blog). But here is the thing… it’s hard to figure out what to say at such an extraordinary time. It feels too weighty, too important. I often feel a little paralyzed when it comes to the big things. What if I get it wrong? Why add my voice to the cacophony? I’m sure my contribution won’t add much… and if I am going to try, then it better be really, really good.
So, even though I have nothing but time, I don’t write. I just keep living. I keep wiping my Harriet’s nose, and changing her diaper. I keep reading ‘The Voyage of the Dawn Treader’ to my middle kids. I keep trying to snuggle with my 13-year-old and I keep eating food and watching movies. I keep trying to figure out what I need next for teaching Greta her math and help James to find dance classes to take online. I keep figuring out how to transform the food in the freezer into food that we want to put in our bellies. I keep trying to be a friend, to be a mom, to be a wife.
And it hits me. That normal stuff of my life IS the important thing. The keeping going. The next step.
Galations 6:4-6 says:
Make a careful exploration of who you are and the work you have been given, and then sink yourself into that. Don’t be impressed with yourself. Don’t compare yourself with others. Each of you must take responsibility for doing the creative best you can with your own life.
Be very sure now, you who have been trained to a self-sufficient maturity, that you enter into a generous common life with those who have trained you, sharing all the good things that you have and experience.
So here it is! The blog piece for my husband to share with you. It’s not the answer to any big problem. It won’t solve loneliness, or fear, or the selfishness we are seeing. But it does help us to know that our role can be as simple as not worrying about comparing yourself to anyone else at this crazy time.
It can be to keep singing if you sing. To keep mothering if you mother. To keep encouraging if you encourage.
Maybe the work you have been given means staying home and wiping noses like me.
And maybe the work you have been given means putting yourself in harm’s way to save lives.
Whichever it is, take responsibility for doing your creative best.
In our ‘common life’ this week, I am thankful for the workers and sharers who have shown me this truth. For Phil and Stuart and Gabe and Terri who keep trying to figure out ways to encourage the body, and also to find ways for us to keep serving.
I am thankful for Ann, who is a caller – so she calls! Her reach extended to me made me feel a part of a bigger family.
I am thankful for my mom, who just keeps momming.
I am thankful for the people who do the big jobs this week, and I make it part of my business to pray for their safety and their sanity. Healthcare, frontline, government, grocery stores, pharmacy work… it’s a long list.
I am thankful for a husband who pushes me to “share all the good things I have and experience.”
Let’s be thankful for our togetherness, even though we are apart.
Let’s just keep living the life in front of us as best as we can.