April 2, 2020


Dear March,

What a month. It's hard to believe that things looked so different a month ago. These past few weeks have been a humbling season of remembering all the little things I once took for granted--full parking lots and opened stores; going to church and work; coffee dates and hugs from friends; and just not being inundated with so much information.

I wrote on an Instagram post not too long ago about creating new rhythms and redefining normal in this day and age. And while I wish I could say I've handled this well, if you've read my prayer journal lately, you'd know I've felt anything but that. I've blocked out a lot of news because my mind is at full capacity (don't worry, I still get updates/summaries from a few reliable sources). But it's also been a challenge as I try to create normalcy when everything changes on a daily, if not hourly basis. The moment you create a new rhythm and think you've finally gotten the hang of it, something else changes.

Like many of you, I've been adjusting to working and teaching from home. I never thought I'd Google how to teach online but I spent a couple hours learning how to effectively teach online which now includes spending time in front of a camera to record and live stream classes. I've also been learning how to navigate being stuck at home--and having a new set of co-workers (aka family).

In all of this, I'm trying to stay positive, healthy, and hopeful. I miss my friends and church family terribly, but have been trying to focus on what I do have instead of what I don't or no longer have in my life. Finding the good isn't always easy, but I guarantee it's there--especially because we've got a good God in control of it all.

I'm sure we'll look back at this someday--hopefully soon--and say remember when in reference to Covid-19. And my hope is that we remember it all. We remember what the times were like so we can be more grateful for all we've got. We remember the forced rest we were given. And I hope we remember that God was with us through it all, too.

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