It’s quite easy to think about all of the things we’ve missed these past 12 weeks. Lunch with friends, Mass inside a Church, the Triduum, dinner at a neighbors, hugs with people outside our home, handshakes with strangers, our preference for dinner, dining at our favorite restaurants, road trips, flying, working from an office, going in public without a mask, and so much more. It’s so easy to think about all of the things we’ve lost when tragedy strikes, so easy to focus on the negative and to the ray of sunshine peaking through the clouds, scattering the darkness.
I found this image from a tweet a few weeks back and paused before sharing. Why? Because I didn’t think we were in a place to think about the graces of this season yet. I wasn’t at least. I wish I had been though. I wish I’d had a more positive, long-term outlook – but, truthfully, I was just getting by day-by-day, week-by-week.
Now’s the time though. Now’s the time to look at the graces of the past 12 weeks and look forward to a bright 2020 and an even brighter 2021 and beyond. “Hope has not been cancelled” as a co-worker so cheerfully shares on her webinar each week.
What are some of the fruits and graces of this time for you? I’d love if you commented below and shared them!
One of mine is a weekly family hangout with my parents in a small town in PA, my brother in Pittsburgh, and my brother and sister-in-law in New York City. we started the first week of quarantine getting together and quickly set our meeting to Wednesdays at 7:30 pm as a weekly occurrence. It’s one of the few virtual meetings I look forward to, and truthfully, nothing much exciting happens except family members who live far away from each other talking regularly about their daily lives. I guess, when I put it that way, something very special is happening there.