Today was a crying day, Lord, and I cry out to you.
I cry out to you, not understanding,
not wanting this pandemic to continue any longer. And knowing we have months and months to go.
I ache for real contact with extended family, with friends, with church friends.
I miss not having a chance to grieve together…
I miss hugs, telling stories, joking around, taking trips, gathering for the important and the inconsequential.
I miss it all…
The isolation, the masks, the hand-washing — all so necessary to protect the vulnerable — today seems so very hard.
Today was a crying day.
Tomorrow I will pray, and start again… and maybe cry some more.
But I know you are here, Lord, and you hear my cry.