I woke up this morning–Sunday morning–and I don’t have any place to be. My place of worship is closed, and that’s where I normally spend my Sunday morning.
Where to go? What to do?
I could worry and stew.
Or I could accept it as a gift…a time to step back, to let go of all the “stuff” I think I have to do.
I can stop and think. What is my relationship with others? family…friends…those I just bump into at the store or on the street. What do my interactions with them demonstrate? that I am concerned and care for them? or just myself?
What is my relationship with the Divine (whatever name I use)? Do I see the Divine as some kind of a Santa Claus to give a wish list to once or twice a year–but basically ignore the rest of the time? If the Divine somewhere far away who doesn’t really care what’s going on in my life? Or is the Divine my foundation? my friend? the One who walks with me every day in every situation?
How do I use my time? Do I prioritize wisely? or just fritter away?
This virus is changing our lives. It’s creating challenges for all of us.
But it’s also providing an opportunity…an opportunity to take Sabbath time…to think…to rest…to refresh and renew.