Mending the World's Broken Bones - A Quarantine Reflection

The day she was furloughed was one of the weirdest days. One where she felt defeated, unsure, and undervalued. But then, she found something unexpected, something she didn't realize she'd lost - herself. God was unearthing things she didn’t realize she’d buried. Her hope had been going astray for a while. It had been invested in her job, rather than in God’s grace and joy. She finally had time to get good sleep, to reawaken her inner artist. Her soul was being brought to the surface, and its wings were starting to reopen. She had been covered in tar for so long, she had forgotten what it felt like to really live, to deeply connect with people, even from afar - an unexpected but much needed cleanse. It helped parts of her to heal. Weights and burdens were thrown off her back. A veil had been lifted and she could see her future, and what God wanted for it: a life full of joy and people, people inside her home, people inside her life. 

She began to enjoy the basic functions of living again. She tried new recipes. She spent time outdoors taking in actual vitamin D rather than the harsh bulbs of a tanning bed. She spent time in nature and in books. She wrote, and created, and breathed in the fresh breath of life God was giving her. 

Now when her alarm went off, she didn’t hit snooze, she laid in bed, looking out the window at the sun that had risen and thanked God for this time of quarantine; a time of rehabilitation and renewing of her spirit. She got out of bed light-hearted and ready to enjoy a day full of true living. A day without mundane repetitions. A day full of exploration, discovery, and inventiveness. A day where she was free; free from a job she hated, free from negativity, free from the monotony her life had become. Finally free to slow down and fully divulge in sabbath, feeling His closeness. God was the one giving her air through the filter of grace, the purest air she could’ve asked for, one that didn’t need a mask to cover it. 

While the world seemed broken like a bone, she loved living in the brokenness. And while she knew it couldn’t last forever, she had high hopes that the world would mend a little crooked, that it would be a little different than before, that other people would know what really mattered, too. Hopes that corporations would see how important family and the human experience truly are and that work and life would finally find a better balance. Hopes that grace and compassion would become the driving force behind life. Gratitude was her new method of operation. Living a life and finding good work that pushed her to see the joy in every moment and God’s love in every aspect became her new muse. It was a muse that would change every intricacy and fleeting moment of every day. Her hindsight had finally become 2020 and she couldn’t wait to let it permeate her new way of living.