Long Covid too
Right now my life feels like a runaway train, going off without me.
Only it’s going very slowly.
I’m trying to run to catch it, but I’m moving too slowly.
I’m actually crawling, not running.
Crawling. Scrabbling. Toddling.
Moving, hopefully achieving some forward motion in any way to get back on that train.
Before it’s too late.
Before it’s too late to get back to normalcy.
Normalcy is getting up in the morning, reasonably bright and getting to work.
Normalcy is playing football with the kids on a Saturday afternoon.
Normalcy is playing hide and seek with my 7 year old after school.
Normalcy is not being too tired or too breathless to sustain any of these activities.
Normalcy is not feeling set adrift.
Or should normalcy be a state of the heart?
Should it be quietness within?
Should it perhaps be a stillness inside, a certain assurance that everything will be alright?
Should my definition of normalcy be ‘trust’ ?
Trust in him who holds my future (and past and present too) in his hands.
Trust that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who are called according to his purpose.
Trust in his purpose.