Coronavirus To a Recluse

I forgot to use my new favorite phrase, when I was asked about doing a short video saying “hello” to my church’s congregation during this season of social distancing brought to us by the coronavirus. The phrase is, “Good luck on that one!” Being told 10-20 seconds is all I need to give makes the request all the more impossible! Texting is even too challenging for this recluse here. By nature, I’m a ghost writer. I’m basically invisible to the world. Small talk allows deep thoughts to simmer on the back burner.

Two months have now passed since I’ve mingled socially. The only reason anything is noticeably different in my daily routine is because my church no longer meets together physically. Sunday mornings became my weekly marker. The church still provides worship services, but now that they’re restricted to being online, my social mingling went back to its default mode the day after Sunday, February 16, 2020. I invented social distancing and now it has finally become the socially correct fad of today!

Being that I hadn’t returned to this church until Sunday, April 28, 2019, after having been gone for decades, the timing for this plandemic was sweet for me! It became a nice break that ended on Sunday, July 26, 2020, when returning back to my brothers and sisters in Christ.

Now when I see people wearing face masks, I feel deeply sorry for them. I know how challenging and painful this social distancing must be for those who are restricted from having loved ones over to visit. I have loved ones. I’m a wife, mother and a grandmother, but there’s a big difference in my case. My loved ones and I have long, long ago moved on our separate ways.¹ Estrangement is the most powerful healing treatment God can prescribe for situations in which Satan accomplished massive footholds.

Long story brewing upstairs. Better go before it starts spilling over into this com-post-e bucket.

¹The exception to this rule is my marriage. During my imagined “courtship”, original marriage day, and “honeymoon” period, I didn’t realize my relationship began estranged. As the years and decades continue, my marriage becomes less estranged. God has reserved my actual “honeymoon” to occur during the golden years of life! How cool is that? It’s a foretaste to pure love in heaven! Now, for everyone else who is a believer, I ask if you would be so kind as to pray this actually happens before the Lord takes me to heaven.