WOMEN'S MINISTRIES BLOG
Coronavirus and the quarantine have been a season of halves for me. In the initial phase of the crisis, I was constantly interrupted midway between one task and another—making half of my bed before rushing off to answer half of an email, washing half of the dishes before being interrupted to assist with half of a math lesson, reading half of a news article before resuming the endless scrolling looking for information and answers.
To be completely honest, the first few weeks of lockdown were bliss. As a flaming introvert, all my dreams of staying home and having all social obligations cancelled were coming true! But by week six or seven, I hit “lockdown fatigue.”
One of my kids won this hippo at a pizza shop. It was gifted to me because hippos are the bomb! I think we have four of these little beauties: a cow, an owl, a frog and my hippo.
I have to confess, I’m sort of a busy-body, filling up my days to the brim. A Martha, not a Mary. There are few things I love more than a well crafted to-do list. Get it done. Check it off.
Have you ever watched a Roomba? Those little vacuums go from place to place, banging into walls and chairs, yet never deterred from their mission. We have a Roomba and I like to call her Alice.
Words matter to me. A lot. The ones I read and write and say . . . and the ones I listen to.
So, how’s your week been? Okay, probably a stupid question. Odds are, there have been some drastic changes for you these past couple weeks.
I’m a morning person. I wasn’t always this way, but somewhere in the time frame of having a baby, I decided I would be a morning person.
“Do you have words for us?”
I got the reminder in email-form on Monday in the nicest, kindest way. My blog post was due. Did I have words?
My parents celebrated their 45th anniversary this last December, only it was different because, this time, Dad rejoiced from Heaven. He gloried into eternity last year on March 2nd.