A single daffodil is in full bloom outside our back windows. A sign of spring, and call to hope. Fragile and vulnerable, yes. But also persistent.
I understand the desire of many to hear stats about how many have survived COVID-19. I think the problem is that we don’t know that number. For starters, we don’t know how many have had it or have it now. For another, someone may have survived it and not really known what they had. For a third, what is a survivor? How long do you have to live after being exposed to it and/or having been diagnosed with it to be counted as a survivor? Sadly, one real stat we can have is how many have died whose death certificates state COVID-19 as the cause of (or perhaps as contributing to) their death. In the meantime, we can take comfort from and find hope in knowing that the vast majority of those diagnosed with COVID-19 do survive it. Is that not enough?
Every morning I watch a semi whose sides are brightly painted with Sysco Food Service graphics back up to the loading dock of the Health Center less than a hundred yards outside my window. Its driver is delivering food to people who are eating it by themselves, alone in their rooms, all these weeks. It reminds me of all the people risking everything to keep us fed, warm, safe, as healthy as possible, and all the rest. This morning we watched teachers in Breckenridge’s on-site day-care center (now limited to the children of employees, I believe) march their charges around the circle in front of our house. These all give me hope for us as a nation and as human beings. Thanks to each one of them!
My regular practice of reading the Psalms daily is really paying off during this pandemic. The Psalms are so honest, so truth-filled, and so encouraging even when their authors are discouraged. They give me hope.
A single daffodil is in full bloom outside our back windows. A sign of spring, and call to hope. Fragile and vulnerable, yes. But also persistent.
Thank you, Lord. Thank you.
