Weekly physical therapy and monthly deep massage are what keep my muscle pain under control. Think about the day after vigorous activity to which you are not accustomed. For instance in times past, after a busy weekend of reaching, pulling, lifting and digging in the garden I was happily worn and happy to rest and recover. Now I don’t get the pleasure of the work but oh, do I get the pain. Virus life has meant no relief.
Home care will come only with the assurance that we are isolated and alone in our home to protect the caregiver’s health. This only works, for me, if the caregiver is also isolated (I hope they are...). Weekly Bible study, church services and family visits ground to a halt. Tea time and neighbourhood visits are forbidden. Grandkids...sigh...
I made plans to attend a Ladies’ Bible Conference (aka Ladies Retreat). I was also going to visit friends and family and enjoy just being there. Cancelled.
Since I have two feet under me now I want to visit parks and playgrounds, and maybe even try to swim. Not allowed. My troubles are small,though.
It’s so much worse for others. Whether they are locked in the care home, isolated in a hospital, or alone at home, our ill and elderly may never recover the affects of prolonged isolation. Young lives have been turned upside down, in healthy homes, and twisted into a fearful mess in the rest. What will that look like in a few years? Those dubbed ‘workers’ wonder if life will ever balance out. Will business survive? Students wonder if they are wasting time, how they will pay their bills and what does it matter anyways?
The arts. We need our musicians and actors and artists to help us straighten the tangles. What will it take for concerts and festivals and theatres and galleries to be open and full?
I have no answer. I must rest.
Here’s what I know: God is real, He is sovereign and He loves me. He is the peace-bringer, healer and comforter. I can trust Him.
