What a mixed-bag of emotions!
"You won't get covid again.
If you do, it won't be severe.
You are free!
Go to church,
go to the store,
go anywhere and everywhere!"
My heart skipped higher than my feet sailing out of Roswell Cancer Center yesterday.
After 13 months of isolation,
I was free!
We celebrated with in-restaurant dining.
Good, but not as good as Dan's cooking.
Giddy at the prospects of where I would go first:
The list was endless.
So much missed in 13 months.
My mind became cluttered quickly.
Slow down, Elaine,
you still have 40 percent of your lungs damaged.
don't jump into,
life as you once lived.
This morning, I woke to our slow-paced, covid-pandemic lifestyle.
Coffee and breakfast together.
Talking, waking up, talking some more,
Reading our devotional book, our Bibles and praying together.
Slow, no schedule, relaxed.
Thankful, I realized this year was a gift to us.
This is the year life stopped and we found each other.
Without the pandemic, I may never have noticed Dan's love in action.
Like a year-long honeymoon,
our love deepened,
our communication understood.
Soon, I realized this was more than our love story.
God revealed His love story for us.
Sick with covid,
we had no choice but to
our lives and
our dreams to
We fell at His feet and realized our utter dependence upon Jesus.
Nothing else mattered.
Only Jesus and
Jesus was enough.
A life surrendered to Jesus is always the best year of one's life.
"And we know that God causes everything to work together
for the good of those
who love God and
are called according to His purpose for them."