I notice a small circle of bruise on my wrist, and wonder
where that came from. Being on a blood-thinner, it is probably just a broken
vessel which has leaked a spot there. Nothing of concern.
As the lock-down continues into the foreseeable future, with
ominous comments about it stretching forward for months or even a year, we may
notice signs of brokenness in our own lives that we didn’t know were there. This
morning I noticed a slight malaise, a vague dissatisfaction as I awoke after a
good night’s sleep. No reason for it that I can identify.
This is where our free will comes in. I can choose to go
with the malaise. I can blame it on the disruption in relationships because of
the lockdown. Missing sons and daughters-in-law and grandchildren. Anxiety for
Mom. I can blame it on fear of the future and catching the virus. The brief brush
of the forehead to see if I have a temperature. The swallowing to check my
throat isn’t sore after all. I can blame it on dissatisfaction with Zoom
meetings, which are great and yet a torture at the same time, reminding me of
what we have lost through this isolation. Missing hugs. Missing spontaneous
laughter.
Instead, I am choosing to be reminded of Jesus’ death on the
cross, and I am using the tiny circle of bruising as a touchstone with that. Every
time I see it, I am going to say, Thank you, Jesus, for saving me. I choose to
chase after a more thankful heart. I choose to renew my mind through Holy
Spirit immersion.
I am only human…but I AM human. Filled with the Holy Spirit
of God. Saved for eternity with him.
Thank you, Jesus.
