What a year this has been! We have learned so much . . . about what we
don't know, what we can't do, and where we aren't supposed to go. This
week our family of 17 has to miss our daughter's wedding in New York.
NOT because New York isn't safe, but because our little state has increasing
cases of the plague. Many tears have been shed, but our love is abundant
and will not be confined to our physical presence.
We are, after all, spiritual creatures. We don't know which way the Wind
blows, but we know that He is full of Love and able to carry ours across
state lines. In my imagination, He is the Farmer who plucks us, the
dandelions, from the fertile soil and blows our fuzzy seeds thousands of
miles to our daughter who will plant them in the garden of her heart for
a future day when we can be together and celebrate.
We are, also, abundantly grateful that most of our loved ones and friends
have escaped the virus. We have learned how to safely be with our children
who live near us and are no longer afraid to smooch and snuggle with our
beloved grandchildren. Our prayers are for those who are gravely ill, those
who have lost loved ones, and our mayors, governors, and president who
must make impossible decisions about life and liberty.
"The wind blows where it wishes and you hear the sound of it but do not
know where it comes from and where it is going; so is every one who is
born of the Spirit." John 3:8